Good morning, did you masturbate in my bed last night?
How’d you sleep? Are you still wearing that lingerie?
Hey there, can you tell me more about being your first crush?
First crush.
The confession that kept me up most of the night. Amelia Nuñez has a crush on me.Had. First crush means she was just a kid, but what about now? To think that the woman who I’ve had embedded in my heart for the better part of a decade, at one time had feelings for me.
I have a million thoughts swirling through my mind, but I know I need to get up and check on her this morning. I clearly don’t know Amelia as well as I thought I did. I have no clue as to which Amelia will be greeting me this morning. The versions I met last night were angry, hurt and sex kitten. The last one was my favorite but for now I need to focus.
I open the door to the guest bedroom slowly and peek around the hallway, all is quiet. I step out and notice that Amelia’s left the door to my bedroom open. She must be awake now.
Knock Knock.
I clear my throat. “Amelia, are you awake?” I pause and wait for a response. When I don’t get one, “I’m coming in, I think we need to talk—”
Empty.
I walk around my room and spin as if I will somehow find her hiding in a corner. If there wasn’t a dent in my pillow and an unmade bed, I would think that I really did hallucinate the last twelve hours of my life.
If she left, she must have taken her coat.
I head towards the entrance of my apartment, but I stop when something catches my eye. Two items lie on my kitchen counter that leave me speechless. The first, a note.
Thanks for the hospitality.
I’m stealing your clothes, so I don’t have to do the walk of shame in last night’s outfit. I left something behind so it’s an even trade.
You’re still an asshole ?
Amelia
I would be laughing at this note, if the second item she left behind hadn’t been her thong.
14
Amelia
UGHHHH WHAT HAVE I DONE?!
Those massive cojones that I grew last night are now shriveled into tiny worry warts. Sorry for the visual. Now that I’m alone in my own bed, I can’t stop replaying every moment on a loop.
By seven AM, I was pounding on Nikki’s door demanding to get my keys back. I let her know that she would be on the receiving end of my wrath once I got some sleep and painkillers in my system. She hardly looked fazed by my threats as she eyed my outfit, clearly Evan’s clothes, and let me know that she would swing by my place at eleven and take me out to brunch, on her.
I should be sleeping now, given I barely slept a wink in Evan’s bed. Breathing into his pillow like a full creep. I can’t believe he actually let me take his room. I half expected him to be so over my shit and throw me over his shoulder and off to the guest room. At least that way he would have to touch me again.
God last night was insane.
I was insane.
Completely unhinged. And as if that wasn’t enough, I just had to be extra cheeky and leave my thong behind this morning. I’m certifiable coo coo for coco puffs. I can’t imagine what Evan must be thinking of me right now.
I pull my covers over my head as if they will push these thoughts out of my mind.
As much as I’m mortified, I’m no dummy. That was a full-on boner I elicited from Evan. Which means that no matter what he thinks of me, he at the very least finds me attractive.
Wow, way to have standards Amelia.
