“Honey, you do you, boo boo.” He kissed my cheek. “Tell me you at least left your number before sneaking out of his house this morning.”
I sheepishly bit my lip. “He’s too innocent for me,” I admitted. “I did leave my underwear somewhere in his room though.”
“Savage.”
“No, just practical.”
Chapter 3
Jack
Alarm blaring, I groggily smacked the snooze button for the second time. As I rolled over, grabbing my favorite pillow to cuddle up with, I snapped awake. The other side of the bed was empty.
Kelly.
The night’s events flashed through my mind as I realized I was alone.
“When did she sneak out?” I mumbled as I rubbed my tired eyes with the heels of my hands.
Looking over to my dresser, I half expected to see a number scribbled on a receipt, but there was nothing there. I’d just had my first one-night stand without even realizing it until it was too late.
As I went through the motions of my morning routine, my brain had a field day with the questions and wondering.
Should I try to track her down at work?
Would that be too stalker-ish?
Was I bad in bed?
Did I say something wrong?
Was I just used?
Is this normal?
I tossed the pile of clothes from the night before into my hamper. Tying my tie, I felt like a noose was being fastened around my neck.
Off to work.
Just as I got to the end of my street, my phone rang through the speakers in my car.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Good morning,” Noah’s eager voice rang out.
“How’s it going, man?”
“Just heading to the job site. How was the rest of your evening?”
I laughed a little. “It was interesting.”
“I need more than that. Who was that woman?”
“She was just saving me from a desperate drunk girl who could barely hold her head up.”
“And?”
After taking a sip of coffee from my travel mug, I answered, “And she came home with me. Is it really a thing for a chick to just leave with no goodbye or anything?”
