A Midnight Rendezvous

It was well past midnight, and the quiet hum of the night had settled over the town. Alone in her apartment, Elle couldn’t shake the excitement brewing inside her. She was waiting, expecting that familiar knock on her door any moment. Her heart raced with a mix of thrill and a trace of self-doubt. She knew she wasn’t the first or only call of the night, but somehow, being the last left her with a strange sense of honor. Maybe, just maybe, she meant more than she wanted to believe.

As she waited, she began to wonder why she kept going back to this late-night routine. She’d known from the start that she wasn’t the only one he’d call upon, yet the thrill of the anticipation, of being chosen even if only at the end, was intoxicating. It felt like she was part of something beyond words, a thrill that she both questioned and craved.

Finally, she heard the tap on her door. A smile crept onto her face, dismissing the flickers of hesitation she’d felt moments before. She took a deep breath and opened the door, deciding for now, to just embrace the wild unpredictability of it all.

That night, the moment she shared with him was like every other—fleeting but intense. As he left, she stood alone once more, half-smiling to herself. It was wild, it was madness,

but in that brief time, it was exactly what she wanted.