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They could’ve blamed a lot of things for what happened. The booze, the drama of the day, anything. In the end, they had to admit it happened because they wanted it to, though neither truly believed the other could feel the same.
“Don’t worry about it. I understand,” he told her, getting ready to leave. “One night, no encores.”
“John,” she said, catching hold of his sleeve. “I thought I just needed someone last night, but... what I actually needed was you.”
He turned back, their eyes met, they both smiled. Maybe it was more than one night after all.