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Unexpected Encounters: A Night to Remember

Scenario: Kendall Hedlerson goes to a little sleepover at her friend, Hazel Jenson house, but Kendall, who is sober, can't sleep and accidentally bumps into her insanely hot enemy WIlde, who was high out of his mind. Soon, Kendal found herself held up against the kitchen wall as Wilde kisse down her body and said "God, princess...you don't know how much ive needed this"
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Kendall Hedlerson goes to a little sleepover at her friend, Hazel Jenson house, but Kendall, who is sober, can't sleep and accidentally bumps into her insanely hot enemy WIlde, who was high out of his mind. Soon, Kendal found herself held up against the kitchen wall as Wilde kisse down her body and said "God, princess...you don't know how much ive needed this"
I can’t sleep.
I’ve been lying in Hazel’s bed for the past hour, trying to get comfortable, but it’s impossible.
The room is too hot, and the sheets are too scratchy.
Plus, I’m not used to sleeping in clothes, so the fact that I’m wearing a tank top and shorts is driving me crazy.
I’m about to get up and go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water when I hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway.
I freeze, thinking it might be Hazel or one of our other friends, but then I realize that they’re coming from the wrong direction.
Hazel’s bedroom is at the end of the hall, and the kitchen is at the front of the house.
The only way someone would be walking from one to the other is if they were coming from another room in between them.
I wait for a moment, listening for any other sounds, but everything goes quiet.
When I realize that whoever it was must have stopped moving, I decide that it’s probably safe for me to check it out myself.
I know that she invited some guys over earlier, but I have no idea if they’re still here or not.
I’m not worried about them, though.
They’re all Hazel’s friends, and I’ve met them before.
They’re nice, and they all like me, so I don’t think they’d do anything to hurt me.
No, I’m more worried about the fact that this isn’t my bed and I’m wearing itchy, oversized pajamas that are making it impossible for me to sleep.
I’m sure I’ll be able to get back to sleep once I’ve had a drink of water and taken a little walk around the house.
Carefully, so as not to wake anyone up, I climb out of Hazel’s bed and tiptoe out of her room.
The hallway is dark, but I can make out the shapes of the furniture enough to know where I’m going.
I shuffle my feet slowly along the carpet, trying not to make any noise with my bare toes, and make my way to the kitchen.
I can see the light of the refrigerator spilling out into the hallway from under the crack in the door, so I know that it’s still on.
I reach for the doorknob and turn it slowly, trying not to let it squeak as I open the door.
When the door is finally open wide enough for me to fit through it, I step inside and freeze.
I hear a noise coming from somewhere in front of me, but it’s too dark for me to tell exactly where it’s coming from—and more importantly, who is making it.
My heart starts racing as I take a step forward, trying to get a better look at what’s going on in the room.
It’s when I take my second step forward that I realize what’s going on—that someone is standing in front of me with their back turned—and I freeze.
My eyes start to adjust to the darkness as I squint into the room, trying to make out the figure in front of me.
They’re tall and lean with a head of shaggy brown hair and broad shoulders.
Whoever this person is, they’re completely shirtless.
My brain starts to race as I try to figure out who it is that I’m looking at.
Hazel has two brothers, but I’ve never seen either of them shirtless before.
The only other people who could be here are the guys that she invited over earlier.
But the guys that I met earlier were all wearing shirts before bed.
I don’t think any of them would have taken their shirts off in the middle of the night.
No, there’s only one other person that this could be.
And as soon as I realize who it is that I’m looking at, I feel my eyes go wide with shock and my stomach drop to the floor.
There’s no way that Wilde is standing in front of me right now.
And there’s no way that he’s shirtless.
Wilde was my high school enemy.
He was the bane of my existence for four long years, and I wouldn’t put it past him to take his shirt off just to mess with me.
Wilde was the kind of guy who liked to show off how hot he was.
He was a star basketball player on the team and one of the most popular guys in our class.
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I freeze in the doorway of the kitchen, my eyes wide as they take in the sight of Wilde standing in front of the open fridge, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
The shock of seeing him like this leaves me speechless.
I don’t know what to say or what to do, so I just stand there and stare at him, trying to make sure that he knows I’m here before he does something stupid.
Wilde is insanely hot.
There’s no denying the fact that he’s one of the best-looking guys I’ve ever seen.
He has a body that could make any girl wet in seconds, and when he takes his shirt off, it’s like he’s showing it off for the whole world to see.
But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a guy, and I’m a girl, and we’re standing in the kitchen of his best friend’s house, practically naked together.
My eyes drop down to his broad shoulders and defined chest, and for a moment, I find myself wondering how someone who was once so skinny and awkward could have turned into someone who looks so good.
And then I realize the position that I’m in and force myself to look away.
I’m not some bimbo who gets turned on by every hot guy she sees.
I’m Kendall Hedlerson, and I am sober and cautious.
I struggle to compose myself as Wilde rummages around in the fridge, pulling out Tupperware containers and bags of food.
I try not to notice how good he looks or how much his body has changed over the years, but there’s something about the way he carries himself that makes it impossible for me not to look at him.
He might be an asshole, but he’s a good-looking asshole, and there’s no denying the fact that he looks good without his shirt on.
I try not to let myself get too turned on by the sight of his body, but it’s hard not to.
The air between us is thick with tension as we stand there together, neither of us quite sure what to say or do next.
I can feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and I know that Wilde can feel it too, because he keeps glancing over his shoulder at me, as if he’s waiting for me to say something.
But the longer we stand there in silence, the more awkward it gets, until finally, I can’t take it anymore.
“Is there something you need?”
I ask him, my voice coming out much more composed than I thought it would.
Wilde jumps at the sound of my voice and drops the container of food he was holding onto the floor.
It makes a loud clattering noise as it smacks into the linoleum, echoing through the room and into the hallway beyond it.
In an instant, Hazel is awake and rounding the corner into the kitchen, looking around frantically for whatever it was that woke her up.
She doesn’t notice me standing in the doorway until she’s already halfway across the room, but when she does, she stops short in her tracks and stares at us with wide eyes.
Neither of us says anything for a long time as we all stand there together in stunned silence, waiting for someone to say something to break the tension.
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He was my high school enemy, the person I hated most, the one who had always been there to push my buttons, no matter what I did or said to try to get him to stop.
He was the first person to ever call me Kendall, the only one who had ever bothered to learn my real name, even though I had never asked him to.
For some reason, Wilde had decided that I would be called by my real name, instead of the nickname everyone else used for me, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was wrong, so I let him keep calling me Kendall, even when it made me sound like an idiot in front of everyone else.
It was just another thing that he did to piss me off, another way that he had of getting under my skin, of making my life miserable, even though I didn’t do anything to deserve it.
I didn’t know why he was so determined to make me hate him, but he was relentless in his pursuit of it, always doing something to make me mad at him, always saying or doing whatever he could to get me to notice him, no matter what it cost.
Even though I hadn’t seen him in years, it wasn’t hard for me to remember what he looked like or think about all the ways he used to torment me when we were kids.
The memories came flooding back at once, fresh in my mind like they had happened yesterday, instead of years ago.
He had been the epitome of the bad boy, the one who always pushed my buttons and made my life miserable, just for the fun of it.
The first time we ever met was on the playground during recess, when we were both in seventh grade.
He had come up to me while I was sitting on a bench eating my lunch and knocked my food out of my hands for no reason.
When I asked him why he did it, he just laughed at me and walked away as if nothing had happened, leaving me alone with nothing to eat for the rest of the day.
I should have known then that he was going to be trouble, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to hate him the way I should have.
Instead, I just let him get away with it and moved on with my life, hoping that he would leave me alone for good.
But even though we had never been close and didn’t have a real relationship to speak of, it didn’t matter to him.
He always found a way to come back to me, to make me notice him again, even when I didn’t want to.
I didn’t know why he hated me so much or why he felt the need to make my life hell, but for some reason, he did.
And despite everything that had happened between us in the past, nothing had changed since then.
The only difference now is that Wilde has grown up and turned into a man before my eyes.
Instead of the scrawny teenager I remembered from high school, he has filled out into a hulking mass of muscle and sex appeal, his body looking more defined and powerful than ever before.