this. She wasn’t the type of girl who had one night stands, let alone any sort of crazy sex games with a stranger.
She tried again to recall the events of the previous night. She’d gone out to celebrate with friends. She’ d just passed her last semester and was looking forward to the summer weeks ahead, free of study. She’d had a lot to drink, much more than she was used to. The last thing she remembered was dancing at a loud club, vodka and tonic in hand.
As she’d been becoming more awake, she’d been more and more aware of how much pain she was really in. It hurt everywhere, all of her muscles were sore and aching. Muscles that she didn’t even know she had were burning. This couldn’t just be from dancing for too long. Oh god, what had she done?
Ignoring the ropes, Amy did up the straps on her shoes with slightly shaky hands. She moved towards the door as quietly as possible. She could no longer hear any sign of anyone else being in the flat, there was nothing but silence. She peeked out of the door carefully and saw an empty hallway ahead of her. Relieved, she began to make her way towards the front door of this unfamiliar flat. She just had to get out, then everything would be fine again. She could pretend it had never happened. After all, she didn’t even know for sure if anything had happened.
She was scurrying past a door on her left as quickly as she could when suddenly a low voice coming from the darkened room stopped her in her tracks.
“Amy.”
Amy winced. She knew that voice. Still looking straight ahead at the front door, she desperately tried not to think about it. No, no. I don’t know that voice. I did not have sex with that man. I would never.
“Come in and sit down.”
Amy stood there frozen. Her glance gradually turned towards the voice. She shut her eyes. It couldn’t be him . This was all just a bad dream.
“Come in and sit down,” he repeated. He sounded harsh and cold.
As though hypnotised, Amy took a deep breath and went into the room. Face the truth, you wuss, she admonished herself. You’re an adult, for goodness’ sake. She would just explain it had been a mistake to him, it hadn’t meant anything, and it could definitely never happen again.
She had entered a dimly lit kitchen. He was standing by the stove, indicating that she should sit. He waited until she did so before turning back to the pan, leaving her to stare at his naked back. He wore only faded, scruffy jeans. Amy considered getting up and running out there and then. But, no, she had to sort this out before her life could continue. Otherwise she’d always be living with the fear that he might do something, say something, spread gossip about her. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.
“I was drunk last night, ” she began. She winced as her voice came out croakily. She cleared her throat.
He continued stirring with a big wooden ladle. No reaction.
“It ... it didn’t mean anything,” Amy continued. “It shouldn’t have happened. We’ve never gotten along, you and I, this was clearly a mistake.”
She watched the muscles in his back move up and down slightly as she spoke. Wordlessly, he lifted up the pan and brought it over to the table. He put the pan of scrambled eggs down next to the bread basket. Still saying nothing, he sat down across from her. He looked at her for a moment before finally speaking.
“That’s not what you said last night. You said you’d always fancied me, had always wanted me.”
Amy scoffed. “As if. You’re a liar.” She knew she would never have said anything like that. It was just like David to claim she had; he’d always been an arrogant dick. Everyone thought so. How could she have slept with him?
“You did,” he said with a quiet insistence that gave Amy pause.
She turned back to face him sharply and stared into his dark face. His
She tried again to recall the events of the previous night. She’d gone out to celebrate with friends. She’ d just passed her last semester and was looking forward to the summer weeks ahead, free of study. She’d had a lot to drink, much more than she was used to. The last thing she remembered was dancing at a loud club, vodka and tonic in hand.
As she’d been becoming more awake, she’d been more and more aware of how much pain she was really in. It hurt everywhere, all of her muscles were sore and aching. Muscles that she didn’t even know she had were burning. This couldn’t just be from dancing for too long. Oh god, what had she done?
Ignoring the ropes, Amy did up the straps on her shoes with slightly shaky hands. She moved towards the door as quietly as possible. She could no longer hear any sign of anyone else being in the flat, there was nothing but silence. She peeked out of the door carefully and saw an empty hallway ahead of her. Relieved, she began to make her way towards the front door of this unfamiliar flat. She just had to get out, then everything would be fine again. She could pretend it had never happened. After all, she didn’t even know for sure if anything had happened.
She was scurrying past a door on her left as quickly as she could when suddenly a low voice coming from the darkened room stopped her in her tracks.
“Amy.”
Amy winced. She knew that voice. Still looking straight ahead at the front door, she desperately tried not to think about it. No, no. I don’t know that voice. I did not have sex with that man. I would never.
“Come in and sit down.”
Amy stood there frozen. Her glance gradually turned towards the voice. She shut her eyes. It couldn’t be him . This was all just a bad dream.
“Come in and sit down,” he repeated. He sounded harsh and cold.
As though hypnotised, Amy took a deep breath and went into the room. Face the truth, you wuss, she admonished herself. You’re an adult, for goodness’ sake. She would just explain it had been a mistake to him, it hadn’t meant anything, and it could definitely never happen again.
She had entered a dimly lit kitchen. He was standing by the stove, indicating that she should sit. He waited until she did so before turning back to the pan, leaving her to stare at his naked back. He wore only faded, scruffy jeans. Amy considered getting up and running out there and then. But, no, she had to sort this out before her life could continue. Otherwise she’d always be living with the fear that he might do something, say something, spread gossip about her. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.
“I was drunk last night, ” she began. She winced as her voice came out croakily. She cleared her throat.
He continued stirring with a big wooden ladle. No reaction.
“It ... it didn’t mean anything,” Amy continued. “It shouldn’t have happened. We’ve never gotten along, you and I, this was clearly a mistake.”
She watched the muscles in his back move up and down slightly as she spoke. Wordlessly, he lifted up the pan and brought it over to the table. He put the pan of scrambled eggs down next to the bread basket. Still saying nothing, he sat down across from her. He looked at her for a moment before finally speaking.
“That’s not what you said last night. You said you’d always fancied me, had always wanted me.”
Amy scoffed. “As if. You’re a liar.” She knew she would never have said anything like that. It was just like David to claim she had; he’d always been an arrogant dick. Everyone thought so. How could she have slept with him?
“You did,” he said with a quiet insistence that gave Amy pause.
She turned back to face him sharply and stared into his dark face. His
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