I’ll go all night long.”
His promise echoed through my brain, and even though I hadn’t planned to stay over, I curled up into his embrace and let him hold me throughout the night. As good as it felt, I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in my head. Even though the foreplay had been amazing, I didn’t think I’d be ready to have sex again anytime soon, and with his promise of a next time, I had no idea how I’d avoid it unless I avoided him. The thought brought an unexpected pang to my heart, but I knew it was for the best.
Vowing to myself that I’d keep my distance, I couldn’t help but feel disappointment creeping in. I told myself that it didn’t matter. We’d only known each other for a night. I’d rather cut my losses now, because in my experience, once a guy gets a taste, he wants more. And even though I’d thought I was, I didn’t think I was ready to continue a sexual relationship with him after what had happened. Hell, he probably won’t want it either when he wakes up and remembers it. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I’d be doing us both a favor. I resigned myself to the fact that I probably wouldn’t see Cohen again. My pride and humiliation wouldn’t let me. And for some reason, that thought hurt a lot more than I’d expected from what was turning out to be a one-night stand.
SIGHING, I roll over in bed and grab my phone, opening up the iTunes store. I type in ‘Joseph, Better You Than Me’ and quickly purchase it. I know it’s probably lame, but I set it on repeat as I remember how comfortable and relaxed I felt with him.
I never gave Cohen my last name and didn’t tell him where my dorm was. As much fun as I had with him, I don’t think I can face him. And I know what I have to do. Even as sweet as he was, I’m afraid of one of two things. Either he’ll regret it—and that’s something I can’t face—or he’ll want more, and even though I thought I was, I just don’t think I’m ready. So I make up my mind on what I’m going to do—forget last night ever happened.
ALL NIGHT, I dreamt of a beautiful redhead. A sexy, naked, very sensual redhead. Those dreams were filled with everything I’d want to do her once I got the chance to redeem myself. I wake with a smile on my face from knowing that she’d be here. That same smile vanishes immediately when I stretch out and feel emptiness beside me. My eyes flash open and fall to the side of the bed where she’d fallen asleep.
It’s empty and the only sign that anyone was there is the rumpled sheets and crooked pillow. I blink a couple of times and look around the room, trying to see if there’s any indication of where she went, but I see nothing. Groaning, I cover my face with my pillow and let out a yell, pissed off that she left without saying goodbye. Our connection last night went beyond sex—hell, it came before the sex. That had just been an unexpected, alcohol-induced bonus. The real connection wasn’t from the physical stuff. I more than enjoyed being around her. She was sweet, downright hilarious, and a girl who I knew would keep me on my toes. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I was drawn to her.
When I first saw Andi standing at the keg, I knew I had to meet her. It was obvious that she didn’t want to be at the party, and neither did I. Like I told her, I was never much of a party guy in high school. I was too focused on keeping my grades up and taking AP classes in order to be more prepared for college. I guess I was what you could call a science nerd. Dating and partying were the last things on my mind, which is probably how I ended up a virgin in college, even if it only did take a week to change that fact. If you can even count one pump as sex. Fuck, I feel like such an ass. A failure. A chump.
Talking with Andi was refreshing. She made me laugh, and she was quick-witted, not to mention hot as hell. When she claimed People Equal Shit as her favorite song, I think I
His promise echoed through my brain, and even though I hadn’t planned to stay over, I curled up into his embrace and let him hold me throughout the night. As good as it felt, I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in my head. Even though the foreplay had been amazing, I didn’t think I’d be ready to have sex again anytime soon, and with his promise of a next time, I had no idea how I’d avoid it unless I avoided him. The thought brought an unexpected pang to my heart, but I knew it was for the best.
Vowing to myself that I’d keep my distance, I couldn’t help but feel disappointment creeping in. I told myself that it didn’t matter. We’d only known each other for a night. I’d rather cut my losses now, because in my experience, once a guy gets a taste, he wants more. And even though I’d thought I was, I didn’t think I was ready to continue a sexual relationship with him after what had happened. Hell, he probably won’t want it either when he wakes up and remembers it. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I’d be doing us both a favor. I resigned myself to the fact that I probably wouldn’t see Cohen again. My pride and humiliation wouldn’t let me. And for some reason, that thought hurt a lot more than I’d expected from what was turning out to be a one-night stand.
SIGHING, I roll over in bed and grab my phone, opening up the iTunes store. I type in ‘Joseph, Better You Than Me’ and quickly purchase it. I know it’s probably lame, but I set it on repeat as I remember how comfortable and relaxed I felt with him.
I never gave Cohen my last name and didn’t tell him where my dorm was. As much fun as I had with him, I don’t think I can face him. And I know what I have to do. Even as sweet as he was, I’m afraid of one of two things. Either he’ll regret it—and that’s something I can’t face—or he’ll want more, and even though I thought I was, I just don’t think I’m ready. So I make up my mind on what I’m going to do—forget last night ever happened.
ALL NIGHT, I dreamt of a beautiful redhead. A sexy, naked, very sensual redhead. Those dreams were filled with everything I’d want to do her once I got the chance to redeem myself. I wake with a smile on my face from knowing that she’d be here. That same smile vanishes immediately when I stretch out and feel emptiness beside me. My eyes flash open and fall to the side of the bed where she’d fallen asleep.
It’s empty and the only sign that anyone was there is the rumpled sheets and crooked pillow. I blink a couple of times and look around the room, trying to see if there’s any indication of where she went, but I see nothing. Groaning, I cover my face with my pillow and let out a yell, pissed off that she left without saying goodbye. Our connection last night went beyond sex—hell, it came before the sex. That had just been an unexpected, alcohol-induced bonus. The real connection wasn’t from the physical stuff. I more than enjoyed being around her. She was sweet, downright hilarious, and a girl who I knew would keep me on my toes. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I was drawn to her.
When I first saw Andi standing at the keg, I knew I had to meet her. It was obvious that she didn’t want to be at the party, and neither did I. Like I told her, I was never much of a party guy in high school. I was too focused on keeping my grades up and taking AP classes in order to be more prepared for college. I guess I was what you could call a science nerd. Dating and partying were the last things on my mind, which is probably how I ended up a virgin in college, even if it only did take a week to change that fact. If you can even count one pump as sex. Fuck, I feel like such an ass. A failure. A chump.
Talking with Andi was refreshing. She made me laugh, and she was quick-witted, not to mention hot as hell. When she claimed People Equal Shit as her favorite song, I think I
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