We both ended up here for one thing. Sex is natural.
There would be no point hanging around, waiting for him to wake up so he can make me breakfast and swoon over how amazing last night was—that’s if he didn’t want to chuck me out after seeing me in his bed. I’d rather throw up all of yesterday’s alcohol instead.
It won’t work. I’m moving home. We both go to university.
A night of fun doesn’t need to end with the swapping of phone numbers or awkward goodbyes.
We both had a shit start to the night, it ended with a fantastic bang.Literally.There isn’t much more to the story, and honestly, I hate to admit it. JJ is far out of my league. Anyone with a pair of eyes can see.
With one firm nod to myself, I twist open his bedroom door and creep outside as I order an Uber on my phone. A vibration lets me know that my driver is two minutes away, and I almost sag in relief.
When I finally make it downstairs and onto the street, the driver pulls up to the curb and looks down at my bare feet, then at the shoes in my hand.
Ah, the trusty walk of shame.
As soon as I get home, thirty minutes later, I run upstairs to my flat and jump straight in the shower, followed by downing a litre of water and placing two crumpets in the toaster.
My body stiffens as I rethink what I’ve just done. I left without saying a word.
I slump against the counter and bury my head in my hands, my wet hair tickling my cheeks. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I glance at the screen. Multiple messages from Erin. Oh god. She’s probably worried sick.
Without hesitation, I click on the call button and hold the phone to my ear.
It takes two rings until she answers.
“Oh, Ivy,” she shouts through the receiver, and I wince. “You didn’t answer my texts. I was freaking out. What happened?”
I watch my crumpets pop up in the toaster and pluck them out, pressing my phone to my shoulder and holding it with my ear. I spread a little too much butter over them as I say, “Sorry, I’m so sorry.” I exhale and grab my plate before heading to the living room. “Things were a little hectic last night.”
Erin is silent for a long moment. “Don’t tell me something happened with your asshole date because I will?—”
“No,” I cut over her. “Nothing happened with him. But it did with someone else.”
“What?!”
I pull the phone back and put it on loudspeaker. “It’s too early for all the shouting, Erin. Please turn it down a notch. My head is aching.”
“You need to spill it all.Now.”
So I do. I tell her everything. Every last detail.
“Holy shit, Ivy. I’m—” She pauses. “I’m in shock.”
I throw my head back against the sofa. “It’s so unlike me, isn’t it? I’ve never had a one-night stand in my life.”
“But it was good?”
“Yeah,” I rasp. “It was almost too good.”
“Did he make you come?”
“A few times. I didn’t know I could do it after drinking,” I admit. “But he made me feel comfortable and safe, and nothing was rushed. It was far different from what I expected a one-night stand to be.”
Erin hums with glee. “So, a gentleman then?”
“Yeah.” I smile softly. “I guess so.”
“Do you think you’ll see each other again?”
