quickly and immediately regretted my rash movement—my head was pounding with pain and the room spun around me. Slowly, the memories from last night seeped into my consciousness.
Brandon— my thoughts instantly jumped to him. Was I in his bed?
I looked over, and an overwhelming feeling of happiness consumed me as I saw him there, sleeping beside me. God he’s even gorgeous in the mornings.
I looked around the room, and saw my dress and bra neatly laid over the couch nearby, and I looked down at my body. I was wearing a t-shirt along with my panties. He must have carried me up here after the sunset—and the amazing sex , I thought.
I turned towards him, leaned over, and lightly kissed him on the forehead. He shifted slightly. He was shirtless and I could see his smooth, toned chest and his muscular arms above the sheets.
Impulsively, I peeked under the sheets, hoping to see more of his naked body. Damn, he had his boxers on! I giggled at myself for being so silly.
I looked around the room again and my eyes noticed the clock on the wall, 7:30 a.m. Shit, shit, shit! I thought as panic set in. The girls! They must be worried sick about me! Our cab to the airport leaves in less than an hour! Jill probably called the Cancun police by now. SHIT.
I got up quickly and threw on my dress. Walk of shame, here I come , I thought, knowing that my return to the hotel room with last night’s dress on will surely raise a lot of questions.
Damn it, I wish our cellphones worked down here, I don’t even know our hotel number to call them to say I’m okay.
I looked over at Brandon. He was deep asleep. I gently touched his arms and shook it. He stirred, but did not wake up. I looked at the clock again and realized that I had to leave Brandon without saying goodbye or I’d miss my flight. An overwhelming feeling of loss hit me.
I looked around the hotel room and found an Omni notepad and pen, and quickly wrote a note to him.
Brandon,
I had an amazing time with you last night. You have definitely made my last night in Cancun a memorable one. Thanks so much for taking care of me and showing me the amazing sunset and more. ;)
I have a flight to catch and didn’t want to wake you. But I’d love to talk to you again. My number is 310-555-1120.
XOXO ,
Emma
I left the note at the end table on his side of the bed. I gently kissed his lips one last time and whispered, “Goodbye, Brandon. I hope I see you again, because I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Cha pter 7
Brandon never called.
When we first returned back to L.A., I waited with excruciating agony for the moment he would call, and imagined the conversations we would have. I made sure my phone was fully charged and with me at all times, because I knew I would hate myself if I missed his call.
But after a few days of waiting for the call that never came, anxiety slowly crept in like sharp needles prickling my insides. I felt sick at the thought of never seeing him again.
Did he not see my note? Did he lose my number? Did I accidentally write down my number wrong? Or was it all a lie? Was he a lie?
During the first month after Cancun, I often cried myself to sleep, wondering what went wrong and why he never called. The only logical conclusion I always ended up with was that it was an one-night-stand and I was just another notch on his belt. He must have taken many girls to that secluded canopy bed on the beach, and I was a fool to think that night meant anything more to him than sex.
Despite my best efforts, I held on to the hope that he would eventually call. The rest of my senior year went by in a haze.
When I moved to San Francisco in August, I felt emotionally drained and empty. A dull ache took permanent residence in my heart as I finally gave up the hope that he would call—that I would see him again. I gave up the hope that he might have fallen in love with me that night in Cancun, the way I had for him. And as I let go of this hope, it felt like I lost
Brandon— my thoughts instantly jumped to him. Was I in his bed?
I looked over, and an overwhelming feeling of happiness consumed me as I saw him there, sleeping beside me. God he’s even gorgeous in the mornings.
I looked around the room, and saw my dress and bra neatly laid over the couch nearby, and I looked down at my body. I was wearing a t-shirt along with my panties. He must have carried me up here after the sunset—and the amazing sex , I thought.
I turned towards him, leaned over, and lightly kissed him on the forehead. He shifted slightly. He was shirtless and I could see his smooth, toned chest and his muscular arms above the sheets.
Impulsively, I peeked under the sheets, hoping to see more of his naked body. Damn, he had his boxers on! I giggled at myself for being so silly.
I looked around the room again and my eyes noticed the clock on the wall, 7:30 a.m. Shit, shit, shit! I thought as panic set in. The girls! They must be worried sick about me! Our cab to the airport leaves in less than an hour! Jill probably called the Cancun police by now. SHIT.
I got up quickly and threw on my dress. Walk of shame, here I come , I thought, knowing that my return to the hotel room with last night’s dress on will surely raise a lot of questions.
Damn it, I wish our cellphones worked down here, I don’t even know our hotel number to call them to say I’m okay.
I looked over at Brandon. He was deep asleep. I gently touched his arms and shook it. He stirred, but did not wake up. I looked at the clock again and realized that I had to leave Brandon without saying goodbye or I’d miss my flight. An overwhelming feeling of loss hit me.
I looked around the hotel room and found an Omni notepad and pen, and quickly wrote a note to him.
Brandon,
I had an amazing time with you last night. You have definitely made my last night in Cancun a memorable one. Thanks so much for taking care of me and showing me the amazing sunset and more. ;)
I have a flight to catch and didn’t want to wake you. But I’d love to talk to you again. My number is 310-555-1120.
XOXO ,
Emma
I left the note at the end table on his side of the bed. I gently kissed his lips one last time and whispered, “Goodbye, Brandon. I hope I see you again, because I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Cha pter 7
Brandon never called.
When we first returned back to L.A., I waited with excruciating agony for the moment he would call, and imagined the conversations we would have. I made sure my phone was fully charged and with me at all times, because I knew I would hate myself if I missed his call.
But after a few days of waiting for the call that never came, anxiety slowly crept in like sharp needles prickling my insides. I felt sick at the thought of never seeing him again.
Did he not see my note? Did he lose my number? Did I accidentally write down my number wrong? Or was it all a lie? Was he a lie?
During the first month after Cancun, I often cried myself to sleep, wondering what went wrong and why he never called. The only logical conclusion I always ended up with was that it was an one-night-stand and I was just another notch on his belt. He must have taken many girls to that secluded canopy bed on the beach, and I was a fool to think that night meant anything more to him than sex.
Despite my best efforts, I held on to the hope that he would eventually call. The rest of my senior year went by in a haze.
When I moved to San Francisco in August, I felt emotionally drained and empty. A dull ache took permanent residence in my heart as I finally gave up the hope that he would call—that I would see him again. I gave up the hope that he might have fallen in love with me that night in Cancun, the way I had for him. And as I let go of this hope, it felt like I lost
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