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At least, I hoped it did. I had some regrets over how last night could complicate things further, but the thought she left because she was ashamed, or mad at me…
I didn't want that for her. She deserved better than to feel bad because of a spur of the moment thing. That's all it was. All it could ever be. She had a life she wanted to put back together.
As for me, I was the one who should feel bad. I shouldn't have kissed her. I should have listened to what she had to say, then let her leave. I didn't want to hurt her, and I sure as hell didn't want togethurt. Tangling in her life, and Kris' was a recipe for more of that.
Ashley wanted Kris. As much as that sucked, especially after what he did, that was a stone cold fact. She wanted him, not me. Last night was a mistake. Nothing more, nothing less.
A mind blowing mistake, but still a mistake.
I put my phone down with a thump.
Bernice turned and frowned at me. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," I lied. "It's fine. I sent Ashley a text, so you don't have to worry about me not being a gentleman."
"I had no doubt in my mind," she said.
I might have believed her if she hadn't grinned after saying that.
"Right," I said slowly. "I'm going to hit the shower. Don't open the door to anyone you don't know."
If that stupid story ran, people would be lining up to ask for quotes, or take photos of me to splash around everywhere. Ollie was right. This part of playing pro football sucked hard. I signedup to run around the field and catch a ball, not to live in a fish bowl.
"There's a few people Idoknow, that I shouldn't open the door for," Bernice said. "That Brandi chick for one. The girl before her wasn't much better. Or the one?—"
I gave her a look and she closed her mouth with a clicking of teeth.
"Don't let any of them in," I agreed. Ever. I shouldn't have let any of them into my life. I should get a trophy—King of Making Bad Choices.
Last night was just the most recent. I'd meet up with Ashley and apologise for it. I owed her that much. I'd apologise and then I would never see her again.
As I dropped my towel on the floor and stepped under the hot water, I realised there was one problem with that. One big problem.
Last night was incredible. Touching her, being with her… She was like no one I'd ever slept with before. It was more than fucking. It felt as if we were in sync with each other. She somehow knew what I liked, and she seemed to enjoy what I did to her. Her moans, which still echoed in my ears, sounded like a symphony. The smell of her, her taste, were lodged in my memory like they were tattooed there.
The scratches on my back which stung under the water also served as a reminder of her.
I smiled to myself. She seemed so sweet, most of the time. Last night, she was anything but sweet. She was wild in ways I hadn't imagined. I had the feeling she tried things she hadn't done before. Presumably she hadn't had the right partner to try those things with. She and I fit together like two lost puzzle pieces.
I rubbed a washer over my face. If I scrubbed hard enough, I might wipe those thoughts away.
Yeah, okay, there wasn't much of a chance of that. Every touch was seared into my memory like a hot brand.
I needed to stop thinking like this, or I'd spend the rest of the day walking around with a boner. That would be embarrassing, especially on the field. I'd get a nickname out of it, for sure. Something like Woody, or Pole. Okay, those weren't so bad, but the guys were bound to come up with worse.
I tossed the washer aside and grabbed the soap. I rubbed it all over myself and imagined what it would be like if Ashley held the soap.
In moments, I had suds on top of suds and aching balls. I turned the heat up on the water a couple of degrees. A cold shower would only heat my blood even further.
I washed my chest and abs, then took extra time on the scratch marks on my shoulders. She really had gotten around. I had a few on my ass as well. She was gentler there, right before she'd?—
I rinsed quickly and turned off the water. I had to find something to do for the next couple of hours. Standing here, my thoughts kept returning to her.
I dried and threw on a t-shirt and sweats before heading back downstairs.
Bernice was nowhere to be seen, but my phone was where I left it. I checked the screen.
The first notification I saw was from Ashley. She thanked me for last night, and gave me a time, date and place.
