My head was fucking pounding.
I didn’t drink very often, so that was my excuse for not remembering to chug water before passing out. My mouth was dryer than the fucking Sahara, and I felt like death.
Groaning, I blinked at the sunlight spilling in through my window, and my eyes caught on a gorgeous bouquet of lilies set up in a vase by the window sill.
The second I saw them, memories from the night before came crashing back. Memories of Cal on his knees,sucking my dick.
Oh fuck… what the fuck was wrong with me?!
I groaned again and rolled over, covering my face in shame.
I was such a fucking idiot… Why had I let him do that?
My stomach was churning with anxiety. The more I thought about it, the more the events of the previous night came rushing back.
I hadn’tlethim. I had basicallybeggedhim to do it... Like a desperate, patheticloser.Even worse! After, I tried to suck him off as well!
My cheeks burned as I remembered that he turned me down, and I wasn’t sure if I was grateful or even more humiliated by the fact that he rejected me.
On top of all that… we had done it on the back porch, where anyone could fucking see. Jesus, Theo could have looked out her window in the guest house and would have gotten the show of her life!
I literally fucking hated myself.
My phone buzzed, and I snatched it up, already knowing who it was going to be.
Cal Sex God Walker:
Morning, ginger snap!
Cal Sex God Walker:
How’s your head? You hungover or what?
Anxiety twisted in my gut, and for a moment, I didn’t know if I should even respond. I was too humiliated.
Cal Sex God Walker:
I left you painkillers and a glass of water on your end table.
Cal Sex God Walker:
Come downstairs! Your mom and I made omelets today. Theo’s digging them.
I was about to ask him what he was doing making breakfast again when another message came in.
Joanna:
Hi, Ryan. I’ve had a bit of a late start today, but I should be at your place to pick you up for coffee soon. Looking forward to catching up.
Groaning again, I threw my head back into my pillow.Fuck.I totally forgot I broke up with her via text the day before.
I didn’t want to go for fucking coffee with her. I also didn’t want to have breakfast with the man who had just sucked my soul out of my cock. All I wanted to do was close all the drapes and wallow in my shame and self-loathing until I passed away.
Real mature Ryan. Stop being such a pussy.
Glancing over at my end table, I saw that Cal hadn’t been lying. There was a giant glass of water and two liquid gels waiting for me.
A flutter of gratitude sparked in my chest, and I snatched up the painkillers and downed the water in one go, hoping it would help me wrap my head around what had happened the night before.
