He’d been upset. He’d been messing with me. We’d argued. Maybe this was his way of trying to make up for the failed lap dance the other night.
I touch my skin softly and think about the way he loved me, the way he felt when he climaxed inside of me, and I shiver because I’ve never felt a connection like that before in my life.
I grab my phone and call Juniper because I don’t know what to do. I want to cry so badly, but I can’t. I need to be strong. I want to be strong.
“Hey, girl, you on your way to work?” She sounds chirpy, and I’m glad because I need someone happy. I need someone positive.
“Juni,” I say, my voice cracking.
“What’s wrong, Mia?”
“We slept together. We slept together, and it was amazing, but I woke up, and he wasn’t here in the bed, and I don’t want to say I feel used because I don’t feel used, but I just don’t feel loved and special, and I don’t know what to do. What does this mean?”
“Okay, Mia. Deep breaths.”
“I’m trying. I’m really trying.”
“Did you enjoy it, first and foremost?”
“It was magical, Juniper. It was, like, the best sex of my life—and not just because he’s got a really nice body and a really nice cock, and he knows exactly what he’s doing, but it just felt like my body had been made for him. He fit in all the right spaces,and every single touch did something to my erogenous zones.” I sigh. “Let’s just say, it was great, but maybe it wasn’t great for him. Maybe he has sex like this with everyone.”
“Mia, focus. Calm down.”
“I know, I’m going crazy.”
“It’s okay. Have you spoken to him?”
“He went to fucking work, Juniper. He got up while I was still sleeping and he left, and he left me a stupid fucking note card. What are we, roommates or something? Who does that?”
“Oh shit. I’m sorry, Mia, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that he didn’t also enjoy it. It just means maybe he had to work.”
“We had sex for the first time in our friendship. We’re best friends. We literally are in a fake relationship, and we had sex. We had sex, Juniper. You more than anyone know how much something like that means to me. I don’t just sleep around, and he knows that. He knows that it had to have meant something to me, and he couldn’t even be here in the hotel when I woke up.”
“I hate to say this, Mia, but he’s a guy, and sometimes, guys don’t really think things through. I bet you were sleeping, and he was like,Ah, she’s sleeping. I need to do some work. I’ll speak to her later.”
I take a couple of deep breaths. “I know you’re right, but it still really stings. He knows me better than that.”
“I know, girl. I know. You want me to close up the store and come over, or?—”
“No, it’s okay. Thanks though for offering. I think I’m going to go shower, and I’m going to cry. Then I’m going to order myself room service, and I’m just going to move on with my life. You know what? Lots of people have sex with their best friends. Lots of people have one-night stands. I will be one of those people, and I’ll just forget it. It will mean nothing. I’m not even going to bring it up to him, and I hope he doesn’t bring it up to me.”
I pause as I hear the door opening.
“Oh shit, he’s back. I’ll speak to you later.”
Juniper says goodbye before I hang up. I look over as he walks in. He has a bouquet of flowers in his hand; pink, yellow, and orange petals greet me.
“Morning, sunshine,” he says, heading toward me. His eyes narrow as he stares at my face. “Why do you look so forlorn? What’s going on? Wait, you’re not upset, are you?” He bites down on his lower lip and looksguilty. “Please tell me I didn’t take advantage of you in your emotional state or anything like that. I would absolutely?—”
“You didn’t take advantage of me, Luke. Obviously, I wanted it. We both wanted it, and it was hot.”
“So, you enjoyed yourself, huh? By the way,” he says, “I know we technically should have had this conversation before I came inside of you, but?—”
“I’m on the pill, Luke.” I just shake my head. “But, yeah, that is a conversation we likely should have had before you decided to orgasm inside of me. I can’t believe I just said that. You orgasmed inside of me.”
“My sperm filled you up?”
“Luke?” I say, hitting him on the shoulder.
