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The Hotel Screwed Up Our Rooms, So I Screwed My “Just a Friend” — Part 2
A week went by. We both pretended like nothing happened between us. We didn’t text about it, and things weren’t awkward. We just talked like usual. He’d ask me if I saw a new movie trailer, or I’d ask him to send me a certain song. Just normal, everyday chat, as if we hadn’t fucked twice in the same day, as if we both weren’t acting like we didn’t want it to happen again.
But things weren’t the same.
My phone would light up with his name, and I would get excited. That smirk emoji he always sent with the words you’re trouble… it sent my thoughts to that hotel bed. His mouth exploring me, and his eyes… how he looked at me, like he knew all the things I was too scared to tell him.
Anyway, let’s skip ahead.
We went to a friend’s casual backyard birthday party. I didn’t plan to drink, but she brought out tequila, and my idea of having just one drink quickly became three. He was there too, smiling, and he kept looking at me from across the yard like he was in on a secret.
We didn’t talk much when we first got there. Only a few silly jokes. When we walked by each other, we briefly touched a couple of times. It was like we were checking…
