53: Loose Ends

ALAINA

I fucked him again.

This was becoming too much of an opening but I did fuck him again and this time I didn't have the time to regret it.

I didn't regret it at all. I sat up on the bed after he slipped into the bathroom to clean up. I should be doing the same but I wasn't going to make this weirder than it already was.

We were going to talk about it, decide whether this, whatever it was, was purely sexual or if I felt something more. I should have known to stay away from him the moment my heart started to fluster at his words.

I should have known it was a trap! “Oh goodness,” I groaned as I got out of his bed with insane speed and picked up my clothes scattered on the floor. I had changed into a sweatpant and a shirt earlier. It was until I was checking it I realized that my phone was in my pocket all along.

I hastily wore my clothes and sat at the edge of the bed to inspect my phone and see if any part of it was cracked or broken. It wasn't.

Thank goodness. Anxiety sat with me