After My Fiance Cheated On Me

On Friday night, Noah called to say he had to work late.

I didn't confront him. Instead, I took out an unopened box of condoms and headed upstairs.

When the elevator door opened, I saw Huston inside. The fire in me that had been burning so fiercely suddenly extinguished.

He wasn't someone easy to sleep with.

He was looking at his phone, and it took him a while to notice me standing outside. When he did, he paused for a few seconds.

He and Noah were best friends, and they were somehow loosely related by family ties. Technically, Noah should call him "uncle," and Huston should call Noah brother.

Neither of us spoke, and I wasn't sure if he should call me sister-in-law or if I should call him uncle.

With a loud, the box fell to the ground.

When he saw what it was, he suddenly laughed.

Damn, he was handsome.

His gaze slowly traveled up from my ankles, as if he could see right through my coat. My face flushed with heat, mainly because I had downed two glasses of red wine before leaving.

Men tend to have a bit of a bad streak, especially someone like him, who had played the field. I was afraid he would call me sister-in-law, so I quickly established my stance. "Senior, that night... I didn't send it to the wrong person."

That was right—Huston was my senior in college.

Before Noah ran into me, back when I had just started school, I already knew about Huston.

Of course, it was a one-sided acquaintance.

Before the college entrance exam results came out, all the major universities were working hard to recruit students. In a video pinned on Anaville University's official account, the person holding the sign that said Anaville University Welcomes You was him. That video had a million likes.

I was one of those million.

There was no law against looking at handsome guys.

After receiving my acceptance letter from Anaville University, I was determined to meet the handsome guy in person. But just a few days into the semester, Noah ran into me—literally. As he put it, he knocked me into the hospital and into his heart. It was cheesy, but at that age, I ate it up.

With the alcohol coursing through me, I gathered the courage to ask, "Are you free?"

Let's sleep together.

Huston didn't seem surprised. He raised an eyebrow, "Come in."

I wasn't rejected, so I felt a bit of relief and bent down to pick up the box from the floor.

He was faster than me, but the next second, he tossed it into the trash bin beside him.

I still had some standards, so I was about to say, "I'm not taking any pills for you."

Huston seemed to know what I was thinking. "You won't need them. It's not my number. Next time, don't go to the trouble. I've got some at home."

I awkwardly avoided his gaze.

Next time?

Noah had disgusted me so many times that unless Huston's skills were so good that one time could make up for countless times with Noah, there wouldn't be a next time.

I followed Huston into his home. Although he was only staying for a few months, he had everything he needed.

Huston handed me a pair of clean slippers. He had just moved in and hadn't had any female guests yet. The men's slippers were too big for me, but that didn't matter. I wasn't here for the slippers—I was here to sleep with him. All I needed was a bed, and if there wasn't one, I could make do.

He took off his coat and tossed it casually onto the sofa.

"Do you want to shower first, or should we shower together?"

"I've already showered."

He smiled again. I couldn't quite describe that smile—it was a bit mischievous, a bit roguish, but different from the way he was in college. Maybe it was the alcohol clouding my judgment.

He didn't take long in the shower. When he came out, his hair was still dripping wet. I watched as a drop of water rolled down from his collarbone to his abs, eventually disappearing into his waistband. The small spark inside me suddenly flared up, burning away any remaining sense of decency.

The alcohol blurred the process. After cooling down on the balcony, the embarrassing memories returned with clarity.

He was changHe was changing the sheets, his back turned to me. I saw the scratch marks on his back, and my ears burned. I left his home without saying a word.