said it, didn’t I?”
Can I just crawl into a hole right now? I turned around and replied, “It sort of happened.” And then I turned to Flynn, whose mouth was still open and said, “To answer your question, he got up and threw up most of it and then passed out again.” I was hoping that kind of summed up my night.
Melanie felt the need to go over the chain of events. “So wait a minute…you guys were making out, Clark walks in and then Z pukes and passes out?” Well, it didn’t happen exactly like that. The way she made it sound was he threw up because he was kissing me.
“Well, sort of….I mean…I don’t think he got sick because of me.”
Flynn laughed and said, “No, that’s not what she was implying, but umm…how are you doing?”
It was sweet of him to ask because obviously this was going to turn really awkward. “Umm, I’m doing fine, but can we just not talk about this when he wakes up? I don’t know if he’ll remember and I don’t want him to feel like he has to remember, if that makes any sense.”
Melanie blinked about 20 times trying to think it all through before finally saying, “okay,” slowly, “if that’s how you want to play it.”
I smiled, “yes, that’s exactly how I want to play it!” and I glared at Clark hoping he’d shut up about it. I changed the subject. “I’m going to get changed and head out for a run. Anyone want to join me?” I knew they wouldn’t, but thought I’d ask. Everyone, of course, shook their heads “no.”
I ran up and changed quickly, hoping to get out before Z woke up. He didn’t and I was able to escape the quiet stares as I left the townhouse.
As I ran I was able to clear my mind thinking through all the events that just took place with Z. I resolved to just see if Z remembers anything and if he does, we can go on from there. Otherwise, I hoped the rest of my roommates would be able to keep their silence instead of forcing Z to remember what occurred last night. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to try to pursue anything with me just because we kissed while he was drunk.
As I was walking, trying to cool down my body, a guy came up next to me wearing running clothes. He looked like he had been running just about as hard as I had.
“Hey,” he said. I looked over and was surprised to see a really good looking guy – tall, dark hair, with beautiful green eyes. He had a very sexy smile.
“Hey.” I smiled back at him.
“I saw you running when you first started out. You’re pretty fast. Are you training for anything?”
“No, I just run to clear my head,” I replied. We were walking next each other now. It was a gorgeous day and people were all about, doing their own run, bike riding or walking their dog.
He smiled again, “Did it work?”
I giggled and smiled. “Yeah, it actually did. Always helps. What about you? Are you training for something?”
I felt like neither of us could stop smiling. “Yeah, actually I’m training for Ironman.”
Wow. That really piqued my interest. “For fun or are you a professional athlete?” I asked. He definitely had the body for it, now that I was glancing over his body more intently.
“I’m a professional, actually. I have a couple of sponsors. I’m sorry, I never introduced myself. I’m Mark.” Why does that name keep coming up? It doesn’t matter, I said to myself and tried to ignore that ludicrous feeling that coursed through me.
I’m sure my facial expression changed because he chuckled and said, “I’m sorry, does my name upset you?”
I smiled, shook my head and said, “No, I’m sorry. It’s nothing, really. I’m Izzy.” I held out my hand and we shook while continuing to walk. His hand lingered a bit more, giving me butterflies in my belly.
“I have to admit; I actually saw you running the other day and was hoping I’d bump into you somehow. I’m out here all the time training. I start seeing familiar faces along my runs.” I blushed at the thought
Can I just crawl into a hole right now? I turned around and replied, “It sort of happened.” And then I turned to Flynn, whose mouth was still open and said, “To answer your question, he got up and threw up most of it and then passed out again.” I was hoping that kind of summed up my night.
Melanie felt the need to go over the chain of events. “So wait a minute…you guys were making out, Clark walks in and then Z pukes and passes out?” Well, it didn’t happen exactly like that. The way she made it sound was he threw up because he was kissing me.
“Well, sort of….I mean…I don’t think he got sick because of me.”
Flynn laughed and said, “No, that’s not what she was implying, but umm…how are you doing?”
It was sweet of him to ask because obviously this was going to turn really awkward. “Umm, I’m doing fine, but can we just not talk about this when he wakes up? I don’t know if he’ll remember and I don’t want him to feel like he has to remember, if that makes any sense.”
Melanie blinked about 20 times trying to think it all through before finally saying, “okay,” slowly, “if that’s how you want to play it.”
I smiled, “yes, that’s exactly how I want to play it!” and I glared at Clark hoping he’d shut up about it. I changed the subject. “I’m going to get changed and head out for a run. Anyone want to join me?” I knew they wouldn’t, but thought I’d ask. Everyone, of course, shook their heads “no.”
I ran up and changed quickly, hoping to get out before Z woke up. He didn’t and I was able to escape the quiet stares as I left the townhouse.
As I ran I was able to clear my mind thinking through all the events that just took place with Z. I resolved to just see if Z remembers anything and if he does, we can go on from there. Otherwise, I hoped the rest of my roommates would be able to keep their silence instead of forcing Z to remember what occurred last night. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to try to pursue anything with me just because we kissed while he was drunk.
As I was walking, trying to cool down my body, a guy came up next to me wearing running clothes. He looked like he had been running just about as hard as I had.
“Hey,” he said. I looked over and was surprised to see a really good looking guy – tall, dark hair, with beautiful green eyes. He had a very sexy smile.
“Hey.” I smiled back at him.
“I saw you running when you first started out. You’re pretty fast. Are you training for anything?”
“No, I just run to clear my head,” I replied. We were walking next each other now. It was a gorgeous day and people were all about, doing their own run, bike riding or walking their dog.
He smiled again, “Did it work?”
I giggled and smiled. “Yeah, it actually did. Always helps. What about you? Are you training for something?”
I felt like neither of us could stop smiling. “Yeah, actually I’m training for Ironman.”
Wow. That really piqued my interest. “For fun or are you a professional athlete?” I asked. He definitely had the body for it, now that I was glancing over his body more intently.
“I’m a professional, actually. I have a couple of sponsors. I’m sorry, I never introduced myself. I’m Mark.” Why does that name keep coming up? It doesn’t matter, I said to myself and tried to ignore that ludicrous feeling that coursed through me.
I’m sure my facial expression changed because he chuckled and said, “I’m sorry, does my name upset you?”
I smiled, shook my head and said, “No, I’m sorry. It’s nothing, really. I’m Izzy.” I held out my hand and we shook while continuing to walk. His hand lingered a bit more, giving me butterflies in my belly.
“I have to admit; I actually saw you running the other day and was hoping I’d bump into you somehow. I’m out here all the time training. I start seeing familiar faces along my runs.” I blushed at the thought
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