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I remembered what had happened that night and said, “At first, I thought it was just a finger touching me, so! 

didn’t pay much attention.” 

“But then something felt wrong. That thing was thick, hard, and burning hot, pressing straight against my 

butt.” 

Sophia’s eyes practically lit up as she hurried to ask, 

“What did it feel like, being pressed like that? Was it good?” 

I continued, “If you don’t let your mind dwell on it, you’re fine. But once you start thinking about it, the feeling 

just takes over.” 

“When I realized what that ‘finger’ really was, my whole backside felt itchy, and my body just started reacting 

on its own.” 

Sophia’s expression grew more excited, her tone turning suggestive. 

“And then? How did he get in?” 

Blushing, I whispered back, “Then he just… pushed in. He was so strong, like an ox.” 

“There was no stopping him. All I could do was squeeze tight around him.” 

Sophia burst out laughing. 

We were probably being too loud. 

Our roommates complained, “Could you keep it down? We’re trying to sleep.” 

I quickly replied, “Sorry, sorry. We’ll be quieter.” 

We hid under the covers, whispering things that made our ears burn. 

At one point, I even used my hands to… demonstrate. 

The next day, we slept in until noon. 

The first thing Sophia said when she woke up was, “I need to find a man and try it myself. Holding it in is way 

too miserable.” 

Time flew by, and before I knew it, a whole month had passed. 

Yet the warmth of that man’s palm felt as if it had been branded into my skin. 

All month, I’d scoured every photo from the concert, zooming in on every blurry glimpse of a side profile. 

I knew it was just a one-night thing, but it stuck in my heart like a splinter I couldn’t dig out. 

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I didn’t even know his name I only remembered the way stage lights had clung to his lashes when he 

lowered his head 

Just like that, a stranger took up residence in my heart. 

One day, my cousin Grace Mitchell called to tell me she was getting married and invited me to her wedding 

I was genuinely happy for her. She was almost thirty, and she had finally found someone. 

I quickly asked the school for leave and went to attend her wedding. 

But when I arrived, I was stunned. 

Grace’s husband was the man from that concert. 

The man I had been unable to forget appeared again, in the most unexpected way. 

He stood on the stage in a suit. 

He looked even more upright than that night. 

His features were still sharp and deep, but when he looked at me, there was a polite distance in his eyes. 

Grace pulled me over and introduced us. “This is Ethan, my husband.” 

I forced a smile. My fingers clenched until they turned white. My throat felt stuffed with cotton, and I couldn’t 

get a word out. 

He reached out to shake my hand. When our fingers touched, his brow flickered for a moment. 

He asked softly, “Have we… met before?” 

My heart exploded into frantic beats. 

Should I say yes? Or play dumb? 

If I admitted it, what would Grace think? If I denied it, where would I put this turmoil in my chest? 

At the banquet, he kept looking over at me. His gaze was full of shock. 

I didn’t dare meet his eyes. It was unbearably awkward. 

Halfway through, I excused myself to go to the restroom. The moment I stepped into the hallway, he stopped 

The hallway was empty, just the two of us now. 

“The concert,” His voice was low, a hint of a smile in it. “You were standing near the front, wearing a white 

dress.” 

I looked up sharply and met his smiling eyes. 

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So he hadn’t forgotten 

But he was my cousin’s husband now. 

“1. “I opened my mouth, then swallowed the words back. 

How could I tell him I’d thought about him? That I’d spent a whole month searching for any trace of him? 

He seemed to read my turmoil. He lifted his hand as if to touch my hair, then stopped himself midway. 

His voice softened. “That night, I actually wanted to get your contact information.” 

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