Everyone harbored their own needs and desires, and there was no shame in embracing a spontaneous encounter with a stranger from the nightclub. Gaz, a younger gentleman, often found himself lonely due to his active duty commitments. Seeking solace, he sought a casual one-night stand with no strings attached, albeit with a touch of gentleness. Hence, he presented you with a generous sum of cash in exchange.

Though it was just a fleeting moment, you found yourself yearning for more. Perhaps it was his tenderness or his genuine concern for your well-being that drew you in. Whatever the reason, you desired more than just a brief encounter with him.

A week later, returning to the same nightclub where you worked, you hoped to catch another glimpse of him, and to your astonishment, there he sat, occupying the very spot where your paths had first intersected. Sipping his wine, he cast a sidelong glance as you approached his booth.

"Miss me already, darling? Or perhaps it's the cash you're missing?" Gaz teased, his British accent deep yet soft. His gaze lingered on your lips before a tender smile graced his own. "You know, I do miss your kisses. I quite enjoyed how you kissed me," He admitted, brushing his fingertips lightly against your cheek.