Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
I collapse on top of her as her legs fall to the bed. The hands at my shoulders fall to the side and away from me. I move to her side, sliding out of her and falling to my back, looking up at the ceiling. I place my hand on my stomach as I try to get my breathing under control. At the same time, my eyes get heavier than they have ever gotten. I close them for a second or at least that is my plan. My plan is to get up and get the fuck out of here. But here is the thing with plans—they can change on a dime. Trust me, I should know. My plan was to come here and find out when she was leaving. It was not to kiss her, it was not to fuck her, and it was not to feel what I was feeling. It is time to make another plan, and this time stick to it. That is the last thing I think before my eyes close, and then it takes so much to open them, so I just rest them. For just a second, I think to myself, and that is the last thought I have.
Chapter Ten
Autumn
The alarm makes my eyes fly open because it’s not the soft bells that I normally have. No, not this. This is a blaring, “get the fuck out of bed, the house is on fire” alarm. I feel a hardness that was plastered behind me move away and turn, then a couple of things crash to the floor. “What the fuck?” someone mumbles, and I close my eyes again, thinking this is a dream. Actually, a nightmare, when I feel the bed beside me move and then the covers shift. I hear him stumble, but I’m too afraid to actually open my eyes again. I hear movement in front of the bed where his jeans were. “Where the fuck is it?” I hear him growl as he searches the floor for it and the alarm turns off.
I lie here watching the wall, hoping he gets dressed and gets the fuck out of here without me having to look at him. “Oh my God,” he says. Then I feel him sit on the end of the bed, and I make the mistake of looking down at him. He’s sitting there with his head in his hands as he leans his elbows onto his knees. “What a clusterfuck,” he mumbles, and all I can stare at are the nail marks down his back. He shakes his head before he gets up, snatching his boxers off the floor and covering his perfect ass. It’s a shame that he’s got it all. He slides his jeans up, bending to grab his shirt. I can spot the bite mark I left next to his nipple, along with a little purple mark on his neck. He covers his perfect six-pack, and his eyes snap to mine, and he sneers at me, “Stop looking at me.”
“Nothing to look at,” I counter. “I’m waiting for you to get the fuck out so I can get up.” He bends down to put his boot on before going to the other one. “Can you do that outside?”
He looks up at me, his stare piercing my soul. “This changes nothing.” He stands up and puts his hands on his hips.
“You mean us having sex?” I pfft at him, trying to pretend that it’s okay. People have one-night stands all the time, and then they wake up and hate themselves. I think I’m doing a fine job of that, if you ask me.
“Whatever it was.” His teeth are clenched as he talks to me. “It was.”
“Nothing.” I toss the cover off me and get up. His eyes sweep my body as I lean forward, grabbing the sweater I keep at the end of the bed. “It was under nothing.” I stand by the bed, trying not to vomit everywhere. “I was drunk.” He turns his head to the side. “I hate you just as much today as I did yesterday.” I can see him bite down, his jaw getting tight. “Actually, a little more.”
“Good,” he snaps, “we’re on the same page.” He turns to walk out of the room, or maybe he’s about to storm out. I don’t fucking care at this point. He came here, and now we both have to deal with what we did.
“Just so we are on the same page,” I say, and he stops but doesn’t turn around. I look at his back as I say the words. “We had unprotected sex last night.” I can see his hands ball up beside him, his shoulders getting tight. “I better not catch anything from you.”
He whips around to look at me, anger all over his face. “And I’m supposed to believe that you’re clean?” He rolls his eyes. “Fucking please.”