Future reference?
What the hell did that mean?
But like this whole weekend had been a clusterfuck, I just rolled with it, therefore, I said, “Got it. Thank you.”
And then when I heard nothing, I asked, “Umm, Grey?”
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Can you leave me alone so I can dry off and get dressed?”
He chuckled. “You got it, baby girl.”
Then I heard the door close.
And that was when it hit me what he said.
Baby girl. He really said that. Right? My mind wasn’t playing tricks on me?
“You got it, baby girl.”
Yeah, he really said that.
Oh. My.
And then something that I’ve never experienced happened. Sure, it was another thing that I’d read about, seen it being discussed in movies... and that thing was instant wetness between my thighs.
Holy. Shit.
I shook my head because now wasn’t the time for this.
Yes, it was nice, but I didn’t do this.
I didn’t get drunk somewhere unfamiliar. I didn’t sit for hours and ramble on about things to a complete stranger. I didn’t fall asleep somewhere that I’ve never been before. And I damn sure didn’t stumble into someone’s shower.
I winced.
I peeked around the shower curtain, and seeing that the bathroom was empty, I stepped out and grabbed the towels.
One went around my hair, and then I used the other to dry off.
The clothes I had on this morning were still there.
And seeing them, I recalled what happened last night.
He had given them to me after I asked for something to change into.
Something in my heart seemed to do something funny.
Almost like his action had caused a hole in my heart to start to fill with something, and then the hole was no more.
Huh.
That was weird.
Shaking my head at the fact that I just thought all of that, I got dressed.
Then I towel-dried my hair and used my fingers to comb through it.
