My Rebound (On My Own #2) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,37

have morning ones.”

I looked at the clock and blinked. “Oh,” I whispered.

I was usually much more verbose and intelligent. But nothing else but that one word came to mind. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

“Oh,” I said again.

“Yes, oh.”

And then he grabbed his clothes, dropped his towel, and began to dress. I sat up, pulled the sheet over my breasts, and pushed my hair away from my face.

“You don’t have a problem with nudity, do you?”

He grinned and looked down at his very hard cock. “You’ve already seen everything, love.”

“I have. Um, we’re going to talk over breakfast?”

“We probably should. Because we’re friends, Mackenzie. And friends talk. Though I do make an excellent egg white scramble.”

“I guess I could eat. I sort of skipped dinner,” I said, lowering my head.

“Oh, we ate, just not what we needed to refuel.” He winked as he said it, and I rolled my eyes. “Really? You’re going to make a joke like that?”

“Anything to make you smile, Mackenzie.” He tugged his shirt over his head, and I missed the sight of his muscles immediately. “I’ll see you downstairs. Take your time. We’ve got this, Mackenzie. You don’t need to stress out.”

“That’s easier said than done.”

“I agree,” he said with a hollow laugh. “I’ll see you downstairs.” And then he opened the door and left, leaving me sitting naked in his bed, the smell of sex all around me.

I’d had sex with Pacey Ziglar, and I’d loved it.

I had never orgasmed so many times in one night before. Even that time I’d bought a new vibrator and tried to see how long I could go.

Pacey was so talented with his hands, his mouth, with every inch of him.

And I swore that British accent nearly sent me over the edge all by itself.

He hadn’t asked for anything in return. Sure, he had taken his share, came along with me, but he had given me so much more. I knew I didn’t need to repay anything, that wasn’t the type of person Pacey was, but I felt like I needed to do something. Feel something.

Only I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.

I let out a breath and swallowed hard before I got out of bed. I brought the sheet with me, knowing it was silly since nobody else was in the house.

But, apparently, everybody now knew I had spent the night here. They knew that my rebound was now fulfilled, whatever that meant.

And I would have to face that, as well.

I grabbed my clothes and my book bag and made my way to his bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and blinked. The mess on my head was the epitome of sex hair. It was naturally wavy, and I straightened it every time I blew it out, but I had a little more body at the roots now, and the curls were starting to come in at the ends. That meant I looked like a pinup girl with my hair falling around my face.

I wasn’t sure if I liked it. I looked happy. Perhaps sated was a better word. I looked like maybe I was okay.

And I hadn’t thought about Sanders at all, other than that first moment when I blushed and talked about oral sex.

For somebody having sex, I shouldn’t be so embarrassed thinking or talking about it.

I would have to get better about that.

I was an adult, after all. I’d officially had more than one sexual partner.

I had been on birth control since I was sixteen, and we had used multiple condoms the night before. We had been safe. At least, I hoped we had.

Because we might’ve been safe physically, but I wasn’t sure you could truly be safe emotionally when it came to sex. I didn’t think I was a casual person. The one guy I’d been with before Pacey I’d had in my life forever. He was supposed to be my forever. At least that’s what I had thought. And now he wasn’t in my life, and he wouldn’t ever be again. And I thought I was okay with that.

I wasn’t the same person I had been before yesterday, nor was I the same woman I had been with Sanders.

Nearly two months had passed since I had broken up with Sanders, and I had completely changed in that time.

My life might be somewhat in shambles right now because I didn’t know where I was going with things, but maybe, just maybe, I