49
Chris
Isit up in bed, a familiar smell wafting up from downstairs. I shiver, pulling the sheet up to my chin and look down, suddenly realising I’m naked.
Naked?
Oh, Jesus…
I jump up, quickly rummaging around for something to wear, but all I can find is my underwear from last night.
Fuck.
Did I leave my clothes downstairs? Didhe? And, more importantly – when did he leave?
Well, I guess I should’ve expected it sooner or later – after all, I told him to leave so that Evan wouldn’t see him. So why do I feel like crying like a little girl?
I should know by now what men are like – especially one like Ryan O’Connor.
I shouldn’t have expected anything from him. A couple of orgasms – or maybe it was three…
I quickly jump under the shower, and five minutes later I’m in my big, soft dressing gown, ready to go downstairs and greet my lovely teenage son, who’s apparently decided to try and cook something this morning.
I tread barefoot down the stairs, tightening my dressing gown around my waist, and I pass the living room, heading into the kitchen. The smell of coffee just starts to reach my nostrils, when his laugh stops me in my tracks.
I lean my shoulder against the doorframe – the scene in front of me has broken off a little piece of my heart.
Ryan is still here. He’s here with Evan. Ryan and Evan are making breakfast together.
Ryan stayed the whole night.
“Oh, good morning!” Evan notices me. “Don’t get used to this, okay? It wasn’t my idea.” He smiles happily, and my heart leaps in desperation.
“Good morning,” Ryan says awkwardly, without peeling himself away from the hob.
Evan looks from me to him then says: “Should I…er…go upstairs for a minute…or, er…outside – yeah, I’ll go outside,” and he dashes out the front door.
Ryan slowly approaches me, his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the floor.
“You thought I’d gone.”
I nod.
“I fell asleep. I didn’t even hear Evan come home.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I didn’t want to put you in an awkward situation.”
“Evan’s great, he’ll understand.”
“I made some coffee,” he says, smiling lopsidedly.
“Thank God,” I say right away.
