Pablo

Dear diary,
My heart is still racing from what happened tonight. I don't think I’ll ever forget it.It all started when I left a party in one of the shadier parts of town. The night had been wild — drinks, dancing, laughter with friends — the kind of chaos that makes you feel young and untouchable. But by 2 a.m., the music had started to fade and I knew it was time to go.I put on my headphones and began the long walk home. The streets were nearly deserted, dimly lit, cloaked in a silence that made every step echo louder than it should.Then it happened — that feeling. A chill down my spine, like something wasn’t right. Even through the music, I heard it: heavy, fast footsteps pounding behind me. Getting closer.Panic surged. I started running.I glanced back — someone was chasing me. No doubt.My breath quickened as I darted down a side alley, hoping to lose him. The alley was narrow and shadowy, and as I leaned against the wall, I tried to slow my breathing. For a moment, I thought I was safe.But then he appeared.Tall. Broad shoulders. Smooth, deep-toned skin that seemed to shimmer under the streetlight. His hair was dark blonde and curly, falling slightly over eyes that were sharp, intense, and locked on me.He didn’t stop walking until he was right in front of me. I could feel his breath, hear his heartbeat — or maybe it was mine.His face was unreadable, but something in his expression made my body tense with both fear and… something else.Then he spoke, his voice low and heavy with a Spanish accent.
“You shouldn’t have run away, little man,” he said.I froze.
“I… I’m sorry,” I whispered, barely able to breathe.He reached into his pocket — and in that moment, I truly thought it was the end of me.But what he pulled out wasn’t a weapon. It was my wallet.“You dropped it in the club,” he said, holding it out. “I tried to call after you, but you ran.”The realization hit me like a wave of heat and shame. My entire face turned red. He must’ve noticed, because a soft laugh escaped him.
“You’re cute when you blush,” he said with a smirk.I smiled nervously and took the wallet from his hand.
“Thank you. And… I’m really sorry,” I stammered.The smile faded. He stepped in closer again, his body pressing me lightly against the alley wall. His voice dropped to a low growl.
“Then you need to make it up to me.”Before I could say anything, he kissed me — hard, hungry, and full of something I couldn't quite name. My fear melted into fire, and I let myself fall into it. Into him.We were completely alone. The world outside didn't exist. The kiss deepened, and somewhere between his lips and the warmth of his skin, I began unbuttoning his shirt. He took the hint.What followed was messy, passionate, and unlike anything I’d ever experienced. A collision of adrenaline and desire, of mistaken assumptions and unexpected chemistry.Afterwards, as we caught our breath, he smiled again — that same smirk from before. He handed me his phone number and said his name was Pablo.He’s in town just for a few days. But he said he wants to see me again.I don’t know where this is going.
But diary, my heart is still pounding.
And I think I want more.