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“I’ve left it open-ended. I’ll have to go home soon, but there’s no firm date, you know?”
“Of course.” Idon’tknow—I definitely need to be back in a week, and I feel a flutter of jealousy at that, at the idea that he can just go as he pleases and do what he wants. I’d love to have that kind of freedom, and I never will. Even this was only achieved by sneaking out.
There’s a brief, uncertain silence, and I bite my lip. I can feel the self-consciousness creeping in, and I sit up, looking for where my dress fell.Out in the living room,I remember with a nervous flutter, and I glance at David.
“Should I go?” The question comes out a little more bluntly than I mean it to, but I don’t know how these things are talked about, exactly. On the way here, he’d mentioned breakfast and made it sound as if I’d stay the night, but everything about his demeanor now makes me think that he wants me to leave.
There’s the briefest moment’s hesitation—just a second where I think that he might say no, that he wants me to stay. And then he nods, his face smoothing out so that there’s no emotion there that I can read.
“That’s probably best,” he says neutrally. “I’m sure your friend will want to know you’ve gotten back safe, anyway.”
Claire is probably in bed with Jean right now,I think—a little glumly—but there’s no point in saying that aloud. I don’t think Davidreallycares about whether or not Claire is concerned about me. I think he’s just saying what sounds good to get me to go back to my hotel, and my chest tightens a little with hurt, even though I know it shouldn’t. This was always a fling, and probably always going to be only one night.
“I’ll just call an Uber, then.” I get up, doing my best not to seem self-conscious about the fact that I have to walk out into the living room naked to retrieve my dress. My phone is in my clutch purse somewhere out there, too, and I toss my hair over my shoulder, striding towards the bedroom door.
“No, of course not. I’ll get my driver to take you back.” He’s reaching for a pair of joggers as he says it when I look back, and I get one more glimpse of his perfect lower half before it’s hidden behind the dark grey material, which rides low enough on his hips as he turns around that it doesn’t make him any less appealing. It might even be more so—I can see the cut of muscle disappearing into the waistband, the sharp points of his hips, the dark trail of hair running down from his navel. I want to touch all of it, to sink down to my knees and run my lips and tongue over those muscles, that soft hair, slide his joggers down his hips and find out what it would be like to take his cock in my mouth.
My cheeks flush at the thought, and I wonder if he notices, but he’s already typing something out on his phone. I know for sure then that he wants me to leave, and I find where my panties were lost among the sheets, slipping them over my hips and giving myself a modicum of decency before I walk out into the living room to retrieve the rest of my things.
I hear footsteps a few minutes later—fortunately, after I’ve gotten my dress on—and David walks out, still looking far too handsome shirtless. I hope he can’t see just how much I wish he’d take me back to bed instead of sending me home.
“My driver is downstairs.” He leans against the couch, watching me, and I manage a smile.
“Thank you. That’s very nice. I’ll just—” The awkwardness is as thick as the tension had been earlier tonight, and I grab my clutch, pausing for just one moment to see if he’s going to say anything else—try to give me a goodbye kiss…anything. He doesn’t move, and I make a beeline for the door, hurrying out into the hall.
There’s a riot of emotions in my chest as I walk to the elevator in my high heels. I don’t regret it, not at all—but he seemed so different afterward.Maybe that’s just how men are,I think to myself as I step into the elevator and hit the button for the lobby. From what I know of men, it doesn’t seem like so much of a stretch to think he might have wanted one thing beforehand, when he was thinking about getting me into bed, and something else afterward once the high of it all had worn off.
I think about it all the way back to my hotel, riding in the back of the car where, just a few hours ago, I was in David’s lap while he introduced me to things I’d never done before. He doesn’t know that, of course—and that’s just how I want it—but it makes me feel a little strange, now that it’s over. I’m not in as much of a hurry to try it with someone else as I thought I would be.
As expected, Claire isn’t in our room when I let myself in. I shed the dress and heels, putting my hair up in a loose bun on top of my head so I can get in the shower. Some of the soreness from earlier has started to settle between my thighs, and I can feel the stickiness from my own arousal and the lubricant on the condom.
Shit. I’m reminded, in that moment, of how long he was inside of me without one. I’m not allthatworried about having caught something, although I should probably make a gyno appointment when I get home, but—
Isn’t it technically possible to get pregnant even if he didn’t come in me?I bite my lip as I step into the hot water, feeling a twist of anxiety. Surely, just that bit of pre-cum can’t get me pregnant.What really matters is that when he finished, he had a condom on.I tell myself that I’m just looking for something to focus my anxiety on, that it’s not really anything to worry about until the nervous flutter in my chest calms down. However, I still don’t feel entirely at ease.
When I hear the door to our room open, it’s a relief. Claire is going to have questions, but Idowant to talk about it. She’ll let me talk about it in a light-hearted, unserious way, which is exactly what I need right now.
“Amalie?” Her voice rings through the room, and I quickly turn off the shower, wrapping myself up in a fluffy towel. “Are you back yet? I hear the shower—”
“I’m here! Just a second.” I dry off quickly, reaching for one of the hotel robes on a series of wall hooks. I see the lights in the room come on underneath the door, and when I step out, Claire is sitting cross-legged on the bed in a silk romper, her blonde bob a little more rumpled than usual. I see a dark purple mark under her jaw, and I feel a tiny flush of jealousy—David was careful not to leave marks. Before he was so eager for me to leave, I might have thought it was him being gentlemanly, but now I think it might just have been because he didn’t want to leave a reminder.
“Wherewereyou?” Claire’s eyes are glittering with interest. “I know you didn’t leave with Brad; I saw him pouting by the bar.”
“No, not Brad. Someone else.” I sit on the bed opposite hers, feeling a small flush of excitement return at the idea of gossiping with my best friend about this. “Remember that man I saw? The one that I asked you if you knew him?”
“Oh—” Claire perks up. “He was gorgeous. But he had all those women around him—wait. You didn’t—” Her eyes go round, and I can see her trying to imagine me going off and participating in an orgy for my first time.
“No!” I laugh, shaking my head. “I didn’t think anything was going to happen because of that. He bought me a drink, and he did try to talk me into joining him and the other girls. But I basically said thank you for the drink and left—and he followed me.”
“Hedidn’t.” Claire gasps. “Like—he left the other girls and just followed after you?” She grins. “I told you that dress was going to mean you got lucky tonight.”
“It might not havejustbeen the dress.”
“It was definitely the dress.” Claire leans forward eagerly, and I can feel my misgivings about the night slipping away. Talking to her about it now, like this, it doesn’t seem so dramatic or upsetting.It was a one-night stand,that’s all. You’re in Ibiza.That’s how this was supposed to go.“So then what?”
“We danced for a little while, and he took me back to his hotel, and we—” I trail off, biting my lip. “I did it.”
“You did it!” Claire squeals. “I knew you’d find someone. Now you’ve gotten past that first time, you can just enjoy flirting and fucking your way through the rest of the vacation.” She grins. “Or are you going to see him again?”
