I realized I was still completely naked.
I gathered up my discarded clothing and held them against my very naked body. I wanted to run. To get very far away.
I had just slept with Lucas. Had some of the best sex of my entire life.
My throat was raw from all the screaming.
I was a total slut.
Lucas watched me scramble around with an unreadable expression. He was probably counting the minutes until he could leave.
He had gotten what he came here for after all.
Oh god. I had caved so easily. And all because a cute guy had made sexy eyes at me. I was ridiculous.
“Give me a second to get cleaned up. You can watch TV. Or help yourself to something in the kitchen. Or if you want to leave, that’s cool too.” I felt sticky. I wanted to wash up. And I still needed to pee.
I hurried out of the room before Lucas could respond and closed myself in the bathroom.
I wanted a shower, but figured that would be rude. So instead I finally used the toilet, brushed my teeth and wiped myself with a washcloth. I was sore. I noticed red imprints on my thighs from Lucas’ fingers. I hadn’t realized he was gripping me so hard.
Probably because I was too busy being a trollop.
I must have been in the bathroom longer than I thought because suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“You okay in there?” Lucas asked.
“Fine. I’m fine. I’ll be right out.”
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
And found him waiting beside the door, his car keys in his hand.
“You’re leaving,” I surmised.
Well, I had expected him to. The last thing I really wanted was for him to stick around while we made hopeless small talk.
But I sort of wanted the honor of kicking him out, not have him run for the door at the first possible moment.
Dick.
“Yeah, I need to get home. I have an early practice. And it seems like you’re knackered—”
“You don’t have to make excuses. There are no strings with this. I don’t expect you to cuddle afterwards,” I interrupted him. I sounded angry. I shouldn’t be. I had expected this.
But still…
Lucas took a step toward me. “Morgan, I’m not running off because I got what I wanted. It’s not like that.”
I held my hand up. “It’s been fun. Maybe we’ll do it again sometime.”
Did that sound needy?
Oh great, now I was wearing desperation with my sluttiness. It clashed horribly.
“Or not. It’s cool.” I waved my hand dismissively.
Lucas opened his mouth as if he were going to say something. But he never did. He stood there for a few more minutes, jingling his keys in his hand.
