I was a one night stand.
The thought made me cringe, angry and frustrated at myself for allowing it to go that far. In the moment, in my alcohol induced state and angst over the destruction, I had allowed myself to be free.
But that freedom had gone too far.
Pressing my fingertips into my temples, I squeezed hard. I felt ridiculous for what I had done. Swooned by sex appeal, muscle, and pure lust, I tossed my morals out the window for one night of passion.
It was good while it lasted. You knew what you were doing. He never promised you anything.
It was just sex, plain and simple.
I wasn't sure why, but that stung. The thought of just being a quick roll in the sack with Liam hurt. It was a bad ending to an already horrible day.
Scooting to the edge of the bed, I pushed the tips of my toes into the plush carpet and looked around for my things.
My jeans were on the floor, my shirt was on the nightstand, my bra was sprawled out over the chair beside the window. But my panties. . . Picking them up off the end of the bed, I held the torn and ragged lace in my fingers, they were unusable.
Dropping them into the trash by the bed, I pulled on my clothes and grabbed my purse. Taking one last look around, a small piece of me was hoping to spot a note laying on the table or the dresser. There was nothing.
Another stab sliced my heart, forcing it to beat lazily. I wasn't sure what I expected really. I guess I just didn't think that he would take off while I was sleeping and leave me like that.
There weren't really any expectations. So why was I surprised and sad to see he was gone?
Slipping my feet into my sneakers, I ran my fingers through my hair and fixed it the best I could, eventually pulling it back into a low pony tail.
Standing in the elevator, I hit the button for the lobby. I didn't have time to wallow over this little bump in the road. I had shit to do.
Just forget him already. He did a nice thing, and he showed you a good time. That was it.
Rolling my eyes to myself, I leaned back against the wall, anxiously ready to be out of the hotel and as far away from any reminder of Liam I could get.
I'm not going to forget him, who am I kidding?
The memory would always be there, and there was no doubt it would bring a smile to my face.
He was too good to be true.
I should have known, I should have expected that to begin with.
I wished I had the ability to see what was coming, I wished I had the foresight of the road I was about to travel. It would have made everything a hell of a lot easier.
Unfortunately, crystal balls didn't exist in the real world.
Because this wouldn't be the last time I would see my knight in shining armor.
I just didn't know how dark his armor would turn out to be.
