The room is silent, aside from our heavy breathing.
There is so much I want to say, but I can’t.
He’s right. He needs to get his daughter and go home.
It’s Sunday night. She has school tomorrow.
He’s a father. He can’t be wild and reckless like this.
He has responsibilities.
Once he’s dressed, he stands to full height and studies me.
“Casey, this was?—”
“Don’t,” I whisper. I don’t know if he’s about to say something good or bad, but I can’t deal with either right now.
He nods and moves across the room.
The second the door closes, all the air rushes from my lungs, and I slip off the desk, collapsing on the floor in a sated, exhausted mess.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, staring into the room as the last few minutes of my life float around in my head.
I was dreaming, right?
That was a fantasy.
But it felt so real.
“This…you…it’s not enough. I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.”
God. Kodie Rivers didn’t really say that to me, did he?
It’s too good to be true. There is no way this is real.
Time passes as I sit there on the floor, reliving everything that happened. I can’t bring myself to move. If I do, I’m admitting that it’s over. And if I step back into the shower and wash his scent from my body, I’m effectively erasing the evidence. And I want it. I want him.
“Oh shit,” I gasp when footsteps approach my door a beat before the handle rattles and it opens. “Wait,” I cry, desperate to stop whoever it is.
I shift on the floor, attempting to cover up as much of myself as I can, but it’s pointless. Anyone would know exactly what just happened in here with one look.
I breathe a sigh of relief when a head pokes around the corner and I find my best friend smiling at me with wicked intent sparkling in her eyes.
“You’re welcome,” she sings before collecting my abandoned towel from the floor and handing it over.
“Thankyou,” I whisper.
“Damn right. Tell me I didn’t just win the best friend of the year award.”
“Parker,” I sigh.
“Oh, come off it. You can’t tell me that Kodie Rivers didn’t just come up here and fuck your brains out. It’s written all over your face.”
“Christ,” I mutter as I wrap my towel around myself.
Parker squeals. “You’ve got that glow.”
“What glow?”
