Why was he still here?
“Can I see you again?” he asked finally.
I smiled, though it was pained. “You don’t need to do that.”
“Do what?” he asked.
I didn’t want to get into a huge conversation about what this was or wasn’t. I just wanted him to go so I could start feeling sorry for myself. Maybe eat a pint of ice cream or two.
“Never mind. I’ll see you around.” I reached around him and opened the door. “Bye.”
Lucas stared down at me but I couldn’t meet his eyes. It was all too humiliating.
“Okay. Bye, Morgan.” He hesitated but finally left.
I closed the door behind me, leaning against it, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes.
I felt horrible.
Worse than horrible.
Why couldn’t I be one of those women who happily slept with a man and that was it?
Why did I have to hate myself for enjoying it?
Because, boy had I enjoyed it.
Thinking about Lucas and the way he had worked me over had me tingling.
But he had left. And I doubted I’d ever see him again.
Now I felt like crap all over again.
I let out a sigh and started to lock the door when I was startled by a knock.
I swear to God, if it was Thad, I’d lose my shit all over him.
“It’s late—” I started to say as I opened the door.
Only it wasn’t Thad, my creepy neighbor. It was Lucas.
My stomach flipped over and I frowned. “Did you forget something?”
Lucas wore a strange expression. He seemed conflicted.
“Yeah, this isn’t going to work for me,” he said, pushing his way inside.
“What isn’t going to work for you?”
He pulled me towards him and kissed me roughly.
“Leaving.”
Lucas
Morgan’s bed was tiny.
It was one of those small doubles that could never fit two people comfortably. Plus Morgan was a bed hog. She took all the blankets and left me with half a pillow.
