Too Old

Matt

I understood why she wanted me to leave, but that didn't make the pain any less. I got home around four that morning and dropped down on the new couch I'd splurged on. Pleasure still pumped through my veins, and would for hours to come because of her.

She was by far the finest, most put-together woman I'd ever known. And thanks to that, the worry over me falling short cropped up. I set my alarm and forced it away before slipping into a deep sleep that had me almost ignoring the incessant buzzing around me.

"What?" I jerked up, covered in sweat. Fear raced across my mind. "Just a dream."

I got up and lifted my hands toward the ceiling, stretching and trying to still my beating heart before walking toward the shower. I had to be in the office at nine for my first day as part of the advertising think-tank at M&B. Whatever the hell that meant.

A groan left me as I flipped on the light to the bathroom and started the shower. Everything hurt. Fucking yoga. Not only had I contorted myse