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I liked Matt. He was nice. He looked after me.
I just wanted my bed. A cool pillow against my face.
“Done. Now, just sit there so I can get dressed.”
I leant my head against the wall and watched hazily as Matt dropped his towel, slipped that arse of his into a pair of tight, cotton briefs. Hoodie over his head. Joggers. Shoes.
I closed my eyes. Tried to breathe. Just kill me. Now.
No. Let me curl up right here and sleep this off. Just an hour and I would feel human again.
Fuck. Head. Swimming.
I was not going to pass out. Nope. Not me. Not here. Not in the gym.
And there he was, palms on my cheeks. My vision was still blurry, but the water he once again forced me to drink helped a little.
“Come,” he said, pushing my fringe out of my face. “I’m taking you home.”
Matt
OK,thismayhavebeen one of the stupidest things I’d ever done in my life, and I really, really wasn’t a stupid person. Normally. I had no idea what came over me, dragging an award-winning famous actor across the road and bundling him inside the lift. Not only that, but I’d also frogmarched him through my front door and tucked him into my bed.
Were you following the stupidity yet? Oh, but wait for it. There’s more to come.
I lived in a small studio apartment, which meant I spent the rest of the evening trapped like a caged animal, sitting on my sofa not daring to make a sound. I hadn’t even moved. Barely managed to breathe.
I should have taken him back to his hotel. There’d have been a key in his bag or something, and the hotel staff could have taken him up to his room. I didn’t know his room number. Figures, since we were back to the fact that he was a famous actor, and I was not anywhere near that kind of status.
I should have texted my friends for advice. But then no. This was not the kind of situation where I’d snap a picture of an unwell man and post it to Instagram for health advice.
I couldn’t even text my mum, who would gladly have pitched in her thoughts on me dragging strangers back to my flat to entertain.
I was not entertained, and neither was Con Telford, I’m sure.
He’d been out cold, then awake three hours later, tossing and turning, shivering with fever. I slept on my two-seater sofa, another thing to add to my list of seriously questionable life choices.
I was six feet tall, and my sofa was barely long enough for my upper body, leaving my legs dangling off the end like two pieces of spaghetti. Stone cold spaghetti.
Hence, once I’d force-fed the famous actor more paracetamol, in amongst a flurry of silly apologies, he’d gone back to sleep, and I’d sheepishly tucked myself under the covers and stayed there in my bed. Next to Con Telford.
TheCon Telford.
It was one thing being on a casualHello, how are you?basis with him. Another thing having some kind of juvenile sleepover.
He woke me up at silly-o’clock, trying to hold a conversation over the phone with someone who was mostly shouting at him. I was impressed at him keeping his cool throughout that stilted exchange, during which he was told to bundle his arse in a taxi, pronto. I heard the words quite clearly—that was how loud the other person was shouting. Con insisted he couldn’t stand up long enough to make it to the toilet let alone get into a taxi.
He hung up, and I delivered more paracetamol and apologies, mostly concerning the fact that he’d woken up with me in the bed. He muttered something about not being stupid and went back to sleep.
I didn’t go back to sleep. I got up and went to work, leaving him in my bed.
Told you my life choices were all slightly off.
He was a stranger. I was a responsible human being, and I was quite sure my home insurance wouldn’t cover being burgled by famous people and blaming a random act of kindness or whatever.
Anyway. He hadn’t messaged me or called. Not that I’d expected anything, but I had left my number on a note next to his phone, which I had put on charge. I’d even put out some more paracetamol and a tall glass of water. And a key—evidently, I’d eaten stupid flakes for breakfast as well—in case he had to go out and couldn’t get back in. I couldn’t even explain to myself why on earth he would want to do that.
He would have felt better and got up and left. That would be it. End of a beautiful, temporary friendship.
