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He turns on his side, focusing all his attention on me. “We should do that again sometime.”
The reality of his statement hits me hard, causing my heart to jackhammer in my chest. I need to get him out of here before he reads more into what just happened. Yeah, we had a good fuck, but I’m not interested in anything more.
A good fuck is all this is.
Without answering, I roll off the side of the bed so fast that my feet slide on the carpet, almost putting me on my ass. Luckily, I’m able to catch myself. I’m anxious to get my clothes on and show him out, but my legs are still shaky from that last intense orgasm. When my knees finally stop feeling like they’re going to give in, I find the sparkly black dress he tore off me earlier. Even though this is my apartment and I’m not going anywhere once he leaves, I put it on since it’s the closest thing I can grab in a hurry.
Not wanting to spend any more time with this sexy stranger than I have to, I grab his clothes and gather them up. When I turn to hand them to him, he’s standing by my bed in all his naked glory. His eyes swirl with lust as they trail over my body in this dress. I’m pretty sure my jaw hits the floor. I know I just had sex with the man, but I’m still shocked by his delicious body.
“You in a hurry?” he asks with a smirk on his face, obviously trying to lighten the mood, which I appreciate. I divert my eyes to the wall behind him so I don’t get hypnotized by him any more than I already am.
“Y-you need to leave,” I stutter, shoving his clothes against his chest and heading toward the living room. He comes out a few minutes later, fully dressed, with that messy sex hair that I’ll be seeing in my dreams tonight.
Maybe we could fuck just one more time.
No!Think with your head and not your vagina, Tara.
“Can I get your number?” he asks. Trying not to roll my eyes, I give him a pointed look, hoping he gets the hint that it’s time for him to leave. He must get the idea because he huffs, heading toward the door. He stops at my tiny, slightly broken kitchen table that I found on the side of the road, and picks up a pen and paper, jotting something down.
I open the door, gesturing for him to leave. Once he passes the threshold into the hallway, he turns back around.
“Can I at least get the name of the girl whose guts I just rearranged? Mine is Co—” I don’t give him the chance to finish before I shut the door in his face and flip the deadbolt. I know it’s a bitch move, but I just can’t look at him any longer without risking getting sucked into his charm. I don’t do relationships.
Not since him.
Since him, I’ve only done casual sex and one night stands. The longest guy I ever had around was Brett, and we were just fuck buddies. Nothing more. After I ended things with Brett, I implemented a no seconds policy in my sex life. It’s easier that way.
Unfortunately for my sanity, this handsome, alluring stranger is the first guy I’ve ever had sex with where the chemistry is undeniable. And that’s something I just can’t risk; I refuse to open my heart only to be destroyed again.
My gaze falls to the table, looking at the note he left. My heart rate picks up when I see his number scratched onto the paper. My back hits the wood of the door, relief filling me as I slide down and sit against it.
Thank god I’ll never have to see him again.
