near my right breast. The feel of an erection pressing against the back
of my thigh has me tensing. The night before comes crashing back to me like a
wave breaking across sand.
Damn it all to hell.
I'd slept with Caleb. I fight the beginnings of desire
as I remember the feel of him inside me. My body burns with the memory of the
way he'd watched me. The way he’d been determined to bring my body to an
explosive orgasm that I hadn't experienced in a long time. He'd been a taunting
piece of shit, but once we'd really gotten going... My body tingles, causing me
to stiffen up further. So he's a good lay. Big deal. Time to move on. But then
something else begins to unfold in my mind, and my stomach churns. I'd dreamed
of Micah last night. I remember Caleb's voice bringing me solace. Caleb of all people. Resentment floods me as my heart speeds up with the realization
that the one person that I would never want to see me vulnerable, had.
I need to leave.
My eyes pop open, and my heart stutters at the sight
of the sun peeking in through the crack of the curtains. I'd spent the entire
night in his bed. Could this situation get any worse?
“You're thinking awfully hard. Have you decided
whether it's a fist in the face or the possibility of round two that's going to
greet me this morning?” Caleb asks lightly from behind me.
The sound of his voice has me tensing further, if
that's even possible. Escape is the only thing on my mind, so I shove his arm
off and quickly scramble out of bed. I stand there, naked, scanning the floor
of his room for my clothes without sparing him a glance. I spy the red dress
crumpled on the floor, and I scowl at it accusingly as I grab it and yank it
on. Stupid dress. I’m aware that I hadn't ended up in bed with Caleb because of
something as ridiculous as the dress I had worn, but it's the fact that it's
the reminder of what I'd originally been after last night. And yet I'd still
ended up having a one-night-stand after I'd made up my mind not to. I yank the
hem down my thighs and look around for my bra with my cash, ID, and key. I'll
carry the bra in my fist on the way back down to the second floor, because I'm
not taking time out to put the damn thing on. Now I just need my shoes.
“Are you even going to say anything to me?”
His voice has my shoulders stiffening, and I ignore
him as I spy the shoes. Fuck the shoes. I'll put them on in the elevator. I
bend down and grab them quickly before stalking out of his room as fast as my
bare feet will carry me.
“That's it, Sparky?” Caleb yells from his bedroom.
“Not even a thanks for the scream worthy, amazingly orgasmic sex?”
The slamming of his apartment door is the only answer
I'm willing to give him. I quickly drop down and slip on my wedges before I run
a hand over the dress, straighten my tousled hair, and then I walk calmly to
the elevator. When the doors part and I step inside, I slam my finger into the
button for the second floor. I cross my arms over my chest as the elevator
doors shut.
When the elevator stops on the third floor, I ignore
the two college-aged girls that step in. They eye me for a minute, and they
exchange a knowing look. It's pretty obvious I'm doing the morning after 'walk
of shame.' I'm not embarrassed by any means, but I don't like their little
smirks. I deliberately straighten my dress strap and give them a sultry smile.
“Best sex I ever had.”
Their eyes widen.
At that moment, the elevator opens up on my floor. I
give them a deliberate wink before I saunter out and walk down the hall. My key
is already in my hand and ready. I reach my apartment door, and a second later
I quietly shut it behind me. After reaching down and taking off my wedges, I
angrily heave them at the couch where they bounce off harmlessly before
thudding softly to the floor.
For a long time I stand there, fists clenched near my
hips as I struggle to control my emotions. They are so all over the place right
now. Micah's death is right
of my thigh has me tensing. The night before comes crashing back to me like a
wave breaking across sand.
Damn it all to hell.
I'd slept with Caleb. I fight the beginnings of desire
as I remember the feel of him inside me. My body burns with the memory of the
way he'd watched me. The way he’d been determined to bring my body to an
explosive orgasm that I hadn't experienced in a long time. He'd been a taunting
piece of shit, but once we'd really gotten going... My body tingles, causing me
to stiffen up further. So he's a good lay. Big deal. Time to move on. But then
something else begins to unfold in my mind, and my stomach churns. I'd dreamed
of Micah last night. I remember Caleb's voice bringing me solace. Caleb of all people. Resentment floods me as my heart speeds up with the realization
that the one person that I would never want to see me vulnerable, had.
I need to leave.
My eyes pop open, and my heart stutters at the sight
of the sun peeking in through the crack of the curtains. I'd spent the entire
night in his bed. Could this situation get any worse?
“You're thinking awfully hard. Have you decided
whether it's a fist in the face or the possibility of round two that's going to
greet me this morning?” Caleb asks lightly from behind me.
The sound of his voice has me tensing further, if
that's even possible. Escape is the only thing on my mind, so I shove his arm
off and quickly scramble out of bed. I stand there, naked, scanning the floor
of his room for my clothes without sparing him a glance. I spy the red dress
crumpled on the floor, and I scowl at it accusingly as I grab it and yank it
on. Stupid dress. I’m aware that I hadn't ended up in bed with Caleb because of
something as ridiculous as the dress I had worn, but it's the fact that it's
the reminder of what I'd originally been after last night. And yet I'd still
ended up having a one-night-stand after I'd made up my mind not to. I yank the
hem down my thighs and look around for my bra with my cash, ID, and key. I'll
carry the bra in my fist on the way back down to the second floor, because I'm
not taking time out to put the damn thing on. Now I just need my shoes.
“Are you even going to say anything to me?”
His voice has my shoulders stiffening, and I ignore
him as I spy the shoes. Fuck the shoes. I'll put them on in the elevator. I
bend down and grab them quickly before stalking out of his room as fast as my
bare feet will carry me.
“That's it, Sparky?” Caleb yells from his bedroom.
“Not even a thanks for the scream worthy, amazingly orgasmic sex?”
The slamming of his apartment door is the only answer
I'm willing to give him. I quickly drop down and slip on my wedges before I run
a hand over the dress, straighten my tousled hair, and then I walk calmly to
the elevator. When the doors part and I step inside, I slam my finger into the
button for the second floor. I cross my arms over my chest as the elevator
doors shut.
When the elevator stops on the third floor, I ignore
the two college-aged girls that step in. They eye me for a minute, and they
exchange a knowing look. It's pretty obvious I'm doing the morning after 'walk
of shame.' I'm not embarrassed by any means, but I don't like their little
smirks. I deliberately straighten my dress strap and give them a sultry smile.
“Best sex I ever had.”
Their eyes widen.
At that moment, the elevator opens up on my floor. I
give them a deliberate wink before I saunter out and walk down the hall. My key
is already in my hand and ready. I reach my apartment door, and a second later
I quietly shut it behind me. After reaching down and taking off my wedges, I
angrily heave them at the couch where they bounce off harmlessly before
thudding softly to the floor.
For a long time I stand there, fists clenched near my
hips as I struggle to control my emotions. They are so all over the place right
now. Micah's death is right
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