Page 25 of Catching Feels

His chest vibrates as he reaches over and cups my boob. “Between your perfect ass, amazing tits, and the robe drop, I’m not even sure I would have noticed. Fucking hot, GTO.”

“Even partially blinded still, I can tell you’re not so bad yourself, SMS.”

“Should have brought my pole. You’d look fucking amazing dancing on it.”

“New life goal.” I yawn. “Gold medal pole dancer.”

“You want me to run down the block and grab you some eyewash?” he asks, messing with his dick, and I realize he’s taking off the condom.

“No, it’s getting better now.” The tears I shed from your massive dick must have cleaned them out pretty good. Probably should have allowed myself to cry.

“You sure?”

“I am.”

“Ten-minute power nap, and then you can show me what you got?”

I open my eyes and can tell he’s asleep, so I slide out of bed to use the bathroom.

Quietly closing the door behind me, I walk to the sink and pull the mask the rest of the way off my face. My eyes are no longer burning, but they’re still sore. I make quick work to remove the makeup so that I don’t look like someone off of a horror movie going in to round two. Because yes, there will be a round two. I am not a quitter, regardless of the fact my vagina feels bruised and battered. I also brush my teeth because I will be kissing him again. He’s a fantastic kisser.

I quietly pack up my makeup bag because I know myself, and I’m going to pass out, and we’re heading back to Jersey at the ass crack of dawn. I can toss my hair up, throw on a ball cap, and shower with nontoxic shampoo at CeCe’s place. Lesson learned the hard way, as per my norm. I will never travel without my own again, even if just for a night.

When I tiptoe out of the bathroom, I hear him softly snoring, or is that …?

I see his phone lighting up his pocket and decide to grab it for him. But when I glance at the screen and see a familiar name as the sender and a picture from O’Donnell’s Pub with not just one or two but four familiar faces, I freeze and glance at the bed, afraid to fully take him in because this is a fucking nightmare that I do not want to come true.

What I do next is cowardice but necessary.

6

Sex Coma

I wake up to an unfamiliar sound, butt-ass naked, and sit up. Rubbing my eyes, I look around, see a light coming from the bathroom, and grab my phone.

When my screen shows half a dozen missed messages and the time shows it’s almost midnight, I toss it on the bed as I get up and run to the bathroom, wondering if something happened to my sexy little unicorn, only to find she’s not in there.

Starting to freak out, worried about her eye issue, I rush to my phone and open the app to send her a message and find one from her.

GoodTimesOnly: Sorry to jet on you, but one of the girls had a crisis and needed me. Feel free to stay in the room, but I’m not sure I’ll make it back. Check out is automatic, so you don’t need to do anything. Thank you for an amazing night. *unicorn emoji* *eggplant emoji* *peach emoji* *raindrop’s emoji* *two fingered peace sign emoji*

Unsure if I’m pissed or impressed that this self-proclaimed, semi-retired player just got played by a unicorn posing as a good girl … Nope, she was definitely posing as a unicorn.

SportsManSam: Hey, hit me back when you get this. I’d like to see you again. *heart eyes emoji*

I get a message back immediately.

This user no longer wishes to communicate. Better luck next time.

Okay, seriously, it must be a mistake.

My mind starts doing some crazy shit, like telling me I’m going to be butt-ass naked on social media, passed out with a unicorn in bed.

Not today, lucky nips, not today.

SportsManSam: Hey, hit me back when you get this. You left a credit card on the console next to your flowers. Don’t worry; I’m not going to hunt you down. We had an agreement. One night. Just wanted you to know it’s here. Hit me up, and I’ll mail it to you.

“Take that, GTO.” I laugh to myself, knowing damn well anyone would want the card back. I hit send.

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