“We didn’t use anything,” I said. “Last time I forgot to use something, I ended up with Benji.” God, I must have been distracted not to think about a condom until his cum was leaking onto the sheets. “I’m on the pill now, though.” I added quickly. “Learned my lesson.”
“I’m clean,“ Wyatt said, his breathing still coming fast. “I promise.”
“Same.”
“Sorry, I forgot.”
I caught his eyes. “I’m not, it felt amazing.”
He rolled off me, but didn’t move far away. He rolled me onto my side and pulled me so his warm chest was pressed against my back. He kissed the back of my neck, then buried his nose there, sighing in contentment.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this blissfully happy. As I lay there, sweaty and blissed out in his arms, I realized how wrong my concerns had been. This was worth risking my peace for.
Chapter Sixteen
Wyatt
Thirty-two hours.
That was how long it had been since I dropped Vera off after our date.
That was how long it had been since I’d heard from her.
Did she think she had to wait two days before texting to not seem too eager or something?
I had been thinking about nothing but her, and it had been radio silence on her end.
I knew she was a busy person, but our date, as unconventional as it had been, was the best first date I’d ever had.
Once we’d finished in bed, we’d had a quick shower together, touching and kissing and exploring each other’s bodies, before I’d made us dinner as I’d promised. Pasta because our plan had been an Italian restaurant. Jarred sauce because I didn’t have a full day to make anything fancy. We’d sat on the couch eating pasta from bowls, me in my boxers, her looking sexy as fuck in my t-shirt.
We’d watched some DIY home renovation show and talked more about our days in construction.
I’d dropped her off after midnight. She didn’t want to spend the night because of Ben.
Fair enough, made total sense to me at the time.
But why hadn’t I heard from her since?
I was busy at work on Monday and enjoyed the distraction, but by the time I got home, I was desperate to know what the hell was going on.
I gave in and decided to text her. I typed into my phone.
Wyatt: Been thinking of you.
I backspaced and tried again; that was too needy.
Wyatt: WYD
No, I’m not a horny frat guy.
Wyatt: Still waiting on a status report. Did you throw out the toys after our date?
There, that was perfect. It was playful, fun and hinting at the fact that the sex was amazing. I hit send.
It was a full twenty-four hours, twenty-five and a half actually, before she texted me back, and by then I had run through every scenario in my head about what was going on. Rationally, I knew she was probably busy, but lying in bed, smelling her on my sheets, I imagined her hurt or injured, or I don’t know, joining a cult and moving into the mountains.
Vera: Haven’t had time
