“Mmmm.” I took another sip and headed for my bathroom. I set the glass of wine on the ledge and drew a steamy bath. Stripping off my “fuck me” dress, I tossed it far away from me, ashamed by my foolishness. Once the tub was almost filled to the top, I settled inside and leaned my head back, thoroughly enjoying the hot water that kissed my skin.
I embraced the silence, though I struggled to push Chandler’s face from my mind. Maybe it was better we stayed away from each other. Maybe it would mean he would slowly fade from my memory and we could pretend what happened between us never happened.
But it did happen.
It was like I could still feel his lips against my collarbone. My breasts. My lips.
I sighed before dipping my head into the water, as if it would drown it all out. It didn’t. I needed to talk to someone. When I came back up for air, I finished washing up and climbed out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. Fishing pajamas out of my drawer, I picked a matching, fuzzy, pink set and slid it on. Grabbing the bottle of wine from the kitchen, I headed out the door and walked down the hall.
Juliet answered the door in her sweats. She looked from me to the wine, and raised a brow.
“Rough day?” she pushed open the door with her blue nail-polished hand.
“You have no idea,” I muttered, striding in and plopping down on her couch.
She sat down beside me with two wine glasses, and poured us both a generous amount.
“Spill,” she said, handing me a glass.
I took a long sip.
“Chandler and I had sex,” I said.
She nearly spit out her wine. Wide-eyed, she looked at me as she wiped a dribble of wine from her lips.
“I know,” I groaned, sinking into the back of the couch.
“When? Why? How? I have so many questions.”
“Three days ago. It just happened.”
“Riding a cock doesn’t just happen…” she said.
“Juliet!” I squealed, looking for a pillow to hurl at her.
She laughed and put her hands up in defense as the throw pillow gently hit her.
“I’m just confused. You hate the guy.”
“Maybe it was hate sex.” I shrugged.
“Sexy.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“You have no idea.” I felt my cheeks heat up.
“That good?” she asked curiously.
“Mind-numbingly, toe-curling, screaming kind of good,” I said, taking another sip of wine.
“Shit,” she said. “We might need to open another bottle.”
I groaned and shut my eyes. “Why did I do this to myself?”
“Because he’s hot. ‘Sex on a stick’ I believe you said before.” Juliet laughed.
“But he’s a total asshole!” I squealed.
“Yeah,” said Juliet thoughtfully as she swirled her wine in her glass. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but you should be careful, Gabs.”
