In Love With A Sex Maniac

New York City, USA. 2023.

As I stepped out of the university's faculty building, the crisp autumn air hit me like a slap in the face. I squinted, searching for shade. My mind wandered back to the lecture I'd just attended, where Dr. Ruby had dissected the intricacies of human psychology.

"Human behavior is complex, influenced by both nature and nurture," he'd said. I pondered this as I walked toward the cafeteria, lost in thought.

That's when I saw him.

Tall, dark-haired, and chiseled, with piercing brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. Ethan leaned against a tree, his white shirt clinging to his broad chest. Our gazes met, and for an instant, time froze.

"Hi," he said, flashing a disarming smile. "Hi," I replied, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Mind joining me?" He nodded toward the empty space beside him. I hesitated, unsure if I should trust this stranger. But something about his warm demeanor put me at ease. "I'm Ethan," he said, extending his hand.

"I'm Emily," I replied, shaking it. As we chatted, I discovered Ethan was a final-year student in the business department. Charismatic and confident, he effortlessly drew people to him. I found myself laughing and opening up in ways I never thought possible. But beneath his charming facade, I sensed a restlessness. A hunger that couldn't be satiated. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the campus, Ethan's eyes locked onto mine.

"Emily, I have to ask... Are you in a relationship?" My heart skipped a beat. "No." Ethan's gaze intensified. "Good." Before I could process what was happening, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. The world around us melted away. It wasn't until we parted for air that reality hit me: This was moving fast. Too fast.

"Ethan, slow down," I said, trying to regain my footing.

"Sorry," he replied, his eyes still burning with intensity. "I just can't help myself around you."

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, I knew I was in trouble. Little did I know, Ethan's whirlwind nature was only the beginning.

We talked for hours, sharing stories and laughter, our connection deepening with each passing minute. Ethan spoke of his entrepreneurial dreams, his passion for innovation, and his drive to succeed. I found myself drawn to his ambition. As the night wore on, Ethan's words became laced with a subtle vulnerability.

"I've never felt this way about anyone," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. My heart skipped another beat.

"Ethan, I..." He silenced me with a gentle kiss.

"Let's just enjoy this, Emily. No expectations." I nodded, swept up in the tide of emotions.

But as we parted ways, the cool night air brought clarity. Was I ready for this? For Ethan? For the unknown? The questions swirled in my mind like a maelstrom. I couldn't shake the feeling that Ethan was hiding something. A secret. A truth. A part of himself. As I walked back to my dorm, the city lights blurring around me, I wondered: What lay beneath Ethan's captivating surface?

Would I be able to handle the truth? Or would I succumb to the allure of his whirlwind charm? The campus buildings seemed to fade into the background as my thoughts consumed me. Ethan's words echoed in my mind: "I've never felt this way about anyone." What did he mean? Was it genuine? Or just a line? I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame. Dangerously alluring. Unpredictably captivating. As I reached my dorm, I realized I'd forgotten my phone. "Ethan, I..." His response was immediate. "Hey, beautiful. Forget something?" My heart skipped another beat. "Yeah, my phone." "Need me to bring it to you?" "No, I'll grab it tomorrow." "Okay, goodnight, Emily." "Goodnight, Ethan."

The simplicity of our exchange belied the turmoil brewing inside me. As I settled into bed, my mind refused to quiet. Thoughts of Ethan swirled. What had I gotten myself into? Was I ready for this? The questions haunted me. Until exhaustion claimed me.

As I settled into bed, my mind refused to quiet. Thoughts of Ethan swirled. What had I gotten myself into? Was I ready for this? Memories of our encounter replayed like a film. Ethan's piercing brown eyes. His chiseled features. The way he smiled. His lips brushing against mine.

My heart skipped another beat. Why did I feel this way? Was it infatuation? Or something more? The questions swirled. Sleep eluded me. As the night wore on, I tossed and turned. My phone buzzed. Ethan's name flashed on the screen. "Can't sleep?" he asked.

My pulse quickened. "How did you know?" I replied. "Intuition." I smiled. "Maybe I'm thinking of you," I teased.

"Guilty as charged," Ethan responded. Our banter continued. The hours passed. As the first light of dawn crept into my room, I realized. Ethan and I had been texting for hours. Our connection deepened. With each passing minute. But doubts lingered. What did Ethan want from me? Was I just a conquest? Or something more?

As the sun rose over New York City. I knew I had to see Ethan again. Soon.

But life had other plans. My morning classes loomed. I dragged myself out of bed. The day blurred together. Lectures. Seminars. Study groups. Ethan's texts kept me going. "Morning, beautiful." "Missing you." "Can't wait to see you." My heart skipped beats. Each time his name flashed on my screen. After what felt like an eternity. The day finally ended. I rushed back to my dorm. To find Ethan waiting. Leaning against my door. Arms crossed. Smiling.

"Hey," he said. My pulse quickened.

"Hey," I replied. Ethan pushed off the door. Closed the distance between us. His lips brushed against mine. The world melted away.

Again. We stood there. Lost in the moment. Until reality intruded.

"Emily, I..." "Yes?" I whispered. "I want to take you out." "Dinner. Tonight." My heart skipped another beat. "I'd love to," I replied. Ethan grinned. "Pick you up at 7." And with that. He vanished. Leaving me breathless. And wondering. What had I gotten myself into?