One Knight's Stand

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Three years ago I decided to have my first one-night stand. The plan was simple: research how to do it and meet a man at the bar before nerves playing with my guts got the best of me. I wanted to ring in the new year between a stranger's legs. Someone with good hygiene and exceptional tensile strength to take the edge off of studying mechanical engineering.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then he walked in.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'd heard whispers about a night with Knight tales of toe cramps and matted hair. Antonio is the biggest player and </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>not</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> the man to relieve me of my pent-up tension. His thick thighs veiny forearms and charming smile promised a trip to the hospital.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I shouldn't have followed him back to his condo but I did.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Dinner turned into a kiss and that kiss led to accidental humping. That's how we ended up in the emergency room. He had a broken nose and my wig was stuck on his watch.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Three years and a PhD later Antonio has cemented himself in my life as my best friend. Moving to the city where my sister lives-and where he plays professional rugby-wasn't a big deal at first. But everything changed when we hugged. His cologne surrounded me and his eyes stayed locked on mine.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Our friendship is platonic ironclad after the one-night stand gone wrong. So why can't I shake the feeling that we've barely scratched the surface?</span></p>