I glare over at her. I'm not sure why. Daniel knows very well that I often hook up with strangers on work trips, as he does the same.
"Ooooo, the one with all the tattoos?" Daniel asks Fia.
"Yep. I saw them sneaking into her room when I was going back out."
"We weren'tsneaking." I plop down on my bed and lay my head back down on my pillow. Maybe if I fall asleep again, they'll leave.
"How was it?" Fia's face is now six inches from mine.
"If you must know, nothing happened."
"What!?" Daniel and Fia say in unison.
"He wouldn't stop yapping about the Dodgers, so I kicked him out." My voice is slightly muffled by my pillow, but I don't really care if they heard me clearly. It's none of their fucking business anyway.
Jesus, who am I right now? Am I getting my period soon? I'm more irritable than usual. I normally never care about sharing the spicy details of my life with these two. They are the least judgmental when it comes to my sexcapades. Daniel and I basically share a brain. He likes to joke that I learned my ways from him, but I was messed up long before I met Daniel Perez at that club two years ago. We'rekindred spirits, twin flames. Both cynical with a ravenous sexual appetite. We just bat for different teams.
"You could have just gagged him," Daniel suggests.
I laugh at his joke, knowing it wasn't completely a joke. "Eh, he didn't seem worth it once I got him back here. I think I had strobe light glasses on at the club."
"Ahh, I hate when that happens," he replies. "That's why I usually just keep the lights off when I get back to my room."
The truth is, I think I invited him back to my hotel room more so out of habit than actual interest in hooking up with him. I lost interest in Mr. Bartender as soon as we left the club. When the cool night air hit my skin, and I stepped into our Uber, all I wanted was to be alone. I thought maybe I could shake it off, so I let him get all the way into my room before I made my final decision. Probably shouldn't have strung him along that long, but I don't know what got into me.
Then, when he started running his mouth about the motherfucking Dodgers, I wanted to jump out the window. Instead, I lied and told him I got my period. He left shortly after.
When I was finally alone in my hotel room, I got the urge to call Kass. It killed me to admit it to myself, but I longed for sex with someone who knew me, the same way I crave sex with Fia. Something about having someone who knows your body from experience just hits differently than a random hookup.
But I fought that urge to call him, because I knew it could only lead to trouble. I just know that the next time we talk, he's going to ask questions about why I've been so weird since the farmer's market. I've been able to dismiss him with excuses of being busy on my work trip, but whathappens when I get back home? Do I have to tell him that I got freaked out by Clover suggesting we should be a couple, by the joy that was shining in her eyes, the hope that maybe one day her dad could be happy again? The hope that maybe I could make them happy.
Despite my genuine interest in Kass, I'm not the person for that job. He knows it too. Or at least I hope he does.
"B, what do you think?" I'm pulled from my thoughts by Fia snapping a finger in my face. "Earth to B."
"Huh?"
"Are you going to come grab drinks with us before brunch?"
"No."
Daniel gasps. "No?"
"No," I repeat. "I'm going to sleep for another hour. I'll meet you guys there."
They push back a little, but eventually I get them out of my room. It was like herding cats to a lake, but I eventually succeeded. I told them that if I nap now, I’ll be more fun later.
Now they’re gone, and I’m alone in my room yet again. I try to fall back asleep, but I can’t.
I know I said I wanted to nap for another hour, but honestly, after having their chaotic energy bouncing around me for several minutes, I'm not sure I could fall back asleep.
I may not be tired anymore, but you know what I am? Horny!
Without even thinking about it, I pick up my phone and FaceTime Kass. I know I haven't been messaging him much recently, but I need him right now. I need to hear the low timbre of his voice while I touch myself.
"I was wondering when you'd call.” His face lights up the screen, and my heart patters in my chest.
"Am I that predictable?"
