That’s a thing people say after hooking up with someone, right?
I wouldn’t know.
I’ve only ever slept with one person before, and that was my ex-boyfriend.
Filing it away for later, I leave the club in a daze after letting the girls know I’m heading back to my dorm.
I’m on autopilot as I shower and get ready for bed, and as soon as my body hits the mattress, the night replays in my mind all over again.
The way he handled my body like it was made for him, the way he felt against me, the words he spoke…
“I’ll be seeing you soon, love.”
“Another.”
“Close your eyes, babe.”
“Anything you want, love.”
“You beg so prettily for me.”
“Use your words for me, love.”
“So needy. So desperate for me, aren’t you, babe?”
“I love the way you take me, Gracie.”
My entire body jolts as I replay the words in my head, and it takes me a few minutes to make sure I’m remembering things correctly.
I am.
I’m goddamn sure I am.
I can hear the words so clearly, with the raspy tilt of his voice and his breath against my ear, I’m positive of it.
The entire night, we were strangers.
Anonymous.
He called me Gracie.
And I never told him my name.
FIVE
ANONYMOUS
Three days.
It’s been three days since I did the one thing I vowed never to do and took Gracie for myself.
Granted, it was only one night, and I don’t get to keep her like I’ve always wanted to do, but I still never should have let it get that far.
I never should have approached her.
I shouldn’t have taken her to the back room.
And I abso-fucking-lutely should not have slept with her.
