Fifty-Six

“You can stay if you want.”

I can taste my hesitation.

It’s not that I don’t want to stay.

But what kind of monster am I if I do?

“Okay,” I say, clicking off my ignition.

It’s not like I’m automatically going to have sex with him just because I gave him a ride home.

I’m only a little drunk.

I follow him into his house.

He leads me to his room.

After grabbing some shorts and a t-shirt, he goes to the bathroom to change.

That’s a good sign, right?

I take off my boots and tights, leaving my dress in place.

When he’s back, I’ve already slipped into his bed.

He joins me.

I snuggle into him.

Because, that’s the point, isn’t it?

He begins rubbing my thigh.

And that’s when I know I’ve lost.

Afterwards, I doze off for a bit.

When I wake up, I’m sober enough to realize how shitty of a decision I just made.

Isn’t it like cardinal sin number one to sleep with a close friend’s ex?

I silently groan and roll back into him.

What’s done is done.

I may as well try to rest.

We wake up early.

He has somewhere to be.

And I need to be anywhere but here.

I’m not worried about coming home with him again.

Not that I wouldn’t want to.

But I don’t think he can find me.

He doesn’t even know my name.