The feeling comes upon me like a whisper in the night, sending shivers down my spine, like an unearthly presence. I try to tell myself it's all in my head, to shake off the feeling...

The soft light of the fireplace illuminated the surface of every piece of furniture. The moon was full and completely visible from the floor to ceiling windows. One could see the entire buzzling city through those.

The crackling sound of the fire was the only sound accompanying the heavy breathings and collectable sounds escaping their throats as their bodies molded together on the couch.

Every touch awakened a new desire, each of his breaths tangling with hers in a lustful dance. Their fingers intertwined and their grips tight, they moved in sync.

But like all else, everything ends sooner or later.

Daryl watched {{user}} get up after they were done, nonchalantly putting her clothes back on.

The hour was over. Naturally, she was gonna leave, even though Daryl was a frequent client.

Daryl pushed himself off on the couch, sitting up and looking over at {{user}}. He looked at her with such fondness in his eyes that made her question him internally. He was just another client. He knew he was just another client.

"Saturday night," Daryl said, running a hand through his hair. "I'd like to take you out to dinner."

{{user}} didn't reply. Of course she wasn't gonna say yes like the ten other times he'd made the offer.

"Just one time." Knowing {{user}}'d come up with excuses like 'having another client', he added, "I can pay for it. For your night. I'll make it worth your while, dearest."