Probably not one of my brightest decisions. We’re neighbors, how awkward could this possibly get. I find my clothes and creep into his living room. Great, my shirt is ripped and my jeans are missing a button. I’ll have to run next door and hope no one sees me in the process. I have the genius idea to just go out through the balcony and crawl over to mine.
I pull on the metal door handle to get into my place. The door is locked. Resting my head on the cold clear glass, I take a deep breath and figure out my next move.
Chancing a glance back at Damian’s open balcony door, I realize I need to go through there and to my front door, at least I have a key to that.
Sneaking back inside it’s still quiet. He’d made it clear he wasn’t into a one-night stand, but can I offer him more at this point? Last night was . . . earth shattering and in the moment it all felt like this was exactly where I was supposed to be, as if my past was a distant memory and my future was staring me in the face. But this morning . . . sighing, completely deflated, I realize in the light of day, I can’t give Damian more than last night. Not until I get a handle on whatever feelings I have for Matt,
This was a mistake.
Making it home in one piece and as quietly as I can, I only have to look at my bed to know I need more sleep.
Something loud rings in my ear, and it won’t stop. My eyes fly open, and I reach around on my nightstand to kill the incessant sound. In my flailing attempt to reach my phone, I knock it off the table and across the floor. I have to crawl to it because walking still feels like too much trouble.
It is dark in my room; the curtains are drawn. I can see that dusk is closing in and I have quite possibly missed the sunset. The light from my ringing phone is illuminating my room, indicating I’m headed in the right direction as I continue to crawl on my hands and knees.
I grab it and bring it to my ear. “Mia, I’m here.” I say breathlessly into the phone.
“Addy, what’s wrong? You sound . . . I don’t know . . . strange.”
I look down and realize for the second time today I have woken up naked. But this time I’m in my own room and alone. Moving my butt up against the wall, I rest my head between my knees and find comfort in my best friend’s voice.
“Oh Mia, I did something so incredibly stupid.”
“You got down and dirty with your hot neighbor didn’t you?”
My heart is racing and I’m extremely light-headed. I haven’t had anything to eat or drink since the night before. After sneaking back into my own apartment, I’d taken a shower and clearly fallen right into bed, not even bothering to get dressed. I probably would have slept through the entire night had Mia not just woke me up. My body is shaking needing some sort of nourishment besides alcohol. I crawl into my kitchen still not trusting my legs to hold me up as I press my phone between my ear and shoulder.
“Who cares that you got a little dirty with your neighbor? It’s exactly what both of you needed.”
I drink a gallon of water then take a bite of cold Chinese food that has probably been in my fridge for a week. I need sustenance and I need it now. I almost pop a beer thinking it may help but change my mind at the last minute.
“Mia, I begged him to screw me. Like, crawled on top of him, asked where his condoms were.”
“Hold the front door! Why the hell did you have to beg him? What’s his problem?”
I spend the next half hour telling her about the consumption of alcohol, what I could remember about our conversation and his need for more than one night. How I feel like my body has been worked over by some sort of machine I didn’t know existed.
“So it was good, the sex I mean. The sex was good?” she asks.
“The sex was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, Mia. We’re talking multiples.” The only other person I had to compare sex to was Matt and from the stories I traded back and forth with my friends,