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Jed was hot, not quite as hot as the guy with the light green eyes and the one day’s growth of beard who’d been staring me down, but he was hot in his own right. His shoulders were wide, and his hair was light blonde and cut short. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the brick. I tried to remember what color Jed’s eyes were, but I had no memory of them. I guess I’d had too much to drink at this point.
“How far is your place?” he asked as he ground his pelvis against my stomach. He was rock hard, and I both appreciated it and wanted it, but I was having a hard time getting into it, because I kept remembering the guy inside.
“Not too far, a few blocks, but you need to let go of me, or we will never get there,” I said teasingly as I arched into his hands while they squeezed my breasts.
“Then let’s go.” He stopped almost as fast as he started and pulled me back onto the sidewalk.
Ten minutes later, I pushed open the door to my little apartment, and Jed was right back on me. His hands were everywhere, and his lips were not too far behind. I managed to get us into the bedroom and closed the door before he pushed me onto the bed.
It wasn’t too hard to do since I only had about six inches between where the door could swing open to where the edge of my bed started. Jed fumbled with my clothes and his, or maybe I was the one fumbling, who knew. My mind seemed to have gone numb from the amount of alcohol I had tossed back at the bar.
The sex was nothing to get excited about, in fact, if you’d asked me the next morning if it had been good, I couldn’t have told you—just another hookup, just another night.
I was standing in my tiny kitchen the morning after, trying to find a clean coffee mug to use, when Jed stumbled out of my room, buttoning his pants. “Hey, your friend said thanks, but she was going to go stay someplace else. She left your house key on the counter.”
“Trudy? When did you talk to Trudy?” It wasn’t until he mentioned her that I remembered she was supposed to have been staying on my couch. I glanced over the small counter and saw a blanket folded haphazardly over the end. Had we been too noisy?
I knew Trudy’s life hadn’t been easy, she’d hinted at things from time to time, but she never really shared any of it other than that she had been in foster homes after her mother had died.
We had that in common—not the foster homes—but the death of a mother. As I glanced around the counter, I forced those memories back into their abyss. I didn’t want to think about that right now.
I shrugged the thought away. It was probably better that she went someplace else. This place wasn’t big enough for more than one person on a good day. As I glanced around the apartment, all three hundred square feet of it, it obviously wasn’t a good day.
“I gotta get going,” Jed stated, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t into the whole morning-after routine of “Can I get your number?” and “Want to have breakfast?” just to starve off the guilt of walking out the door. I knew even if I did give him my number, he would never call. They never did.
“Okay, thanks for a great night.” I put on my best smile and gave him the obligatory hug goodbye.
“You’re welcome,” he paused, “so, I’ll see you around?”
“Of course,” I grinned and threw in a soft laugh for the hell of it.
He gave me an abrupt nod and took off. I rolled my eyes and went back to searching for a clean coffee mug. Maybe today I should clean my apartment.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” I glanced at the clock on the stove. “Aw, shit, I’m late.”
I ran into the bathroom, stubbing my toes on the door frame and swearing up a storm. I was supposed to be at work in about sixty minutes, and normally the trip to the store took me at least thirty. With a broken toe or two, there was no way I was going to be able to walk as fast as I normally did.
“Crap, I’m going to be late, again,” I sighed as I turned on the shower and slipped inside to wash away another night of nothing.
