The faint sound of laughter and the clink of glasses with a background score of a popular song crashed against my ears as the door to my room opened, and was abruptly cut off as it closed.
Breathe, I reminded myself.
Musk, wood, and a hint of an undeniably male scent permeated the air, pushed into the room by the gust of air caused by the closing door.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I could feel a shiver go down my spine.
I waited in anticipation, the palms of my hands becoming slick with sweat. Any moment now…
I felt the bed dip as he sat down on the other end. There was a rustling sound as he slid across the bed towards me. His breath, quick and shallow, warmed the side of my neck.
I turned, slightly, towards him. In the dim candlelight, I could just about make out the contours of his face. The high forehead; the straight nose; the chiseled jaw, covered, I imagined, with a light stubble; the lips relaxed in a slight smile. I imagined his eyes, black as obsidian, glittering in the light.
Breathe! I reminded myself shakily. His calloused hand ghosted across my neck as he moved my tresses to the side, his lips following his fingers.
His hands travelled slowly over my shoulder…down my arm…circled my small waist, pulling me back to rest against his broad chest.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Outside, an owl hooted loudly. I jumped, startled by the sudden sound. He chuckled, the laugh rumbling in his chest against my back.
And then, suddenly, there was pure chaos.
Here, I ask you to choose. There are four different endings to the story:
If you believe the story should proceed as normal, choose the first. If you want to be shocked, choose the second. If you want to be pleasantly surprised, go with the third. And if you are inclined towards believing that every story has a twist, choose the fourth. But, under no circumstances, should all four be chosen and read one after the other. Make your choice now.