Page 84 of Unbelievable You

I rested my back against the door and slid to the floor.

Now that my brain wasn’t being poisoned by sex hormones, it dawned on me that I’d made a huge fucking mistake.

I got up on shaky legs and went to my bedroom, crawling into my bed.

My sheets and blankets smelled like Stace.

“God dammit,” I said as I buried my face in the pillow where her head had rested.

Last night had been a revelation. Sex had never been like that. I guess I’d always thought other people were blowing it out of proportion. It had always been decent for me, but never anything that made me scared that it was going to kill me. I thought I’d died at least six times last night and then again this morning.

No, I’d never had the kind of sex I’d had with Stace. I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her that though. Her ego didn’t need to get any bigger.

Last night had definitely been a mistake, but did I regret it?

Yes. No. A tiny bit?

No. I didn’t. I couldn’t regret the most mind-melting body-scorching sex I’d ever had in my life or probably would ever have. Who would be mad about that?

I should have cut her off sooner. Should have ghosted. Shouldn’t have let my attraction to her override my own common sense and rules that I’d made so I wouldn’t get myself into a situation exactly like the one I was currently in.

Everything was wonderful when my brain was soaked in sex but now I had to deal with the reality that I’d agreed to go meet Stace’s family.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I absolutely shouldn’t meet her family. It was a bad idea. It was too much. She was dragging me into a stronger commitment, and I was just going along with it because I was all dopey from being around her.

Help. I fucked up I sent to my group chat with Cade and Reid.

We’re going to need some more details Cade replied.

I’ve been saving my tips but I can dip into my savings if I have to Reid added.

Stace came over last night. And she stayed. And for some reason I agreed to go to lunch with her and her family. It looked ridiculous all typed out. Like a story I’d written about someone else.

Who are you and what have you done with my friend? Cade asked.

Yeah, same question Reid sent.

Can good sex make you lose your mind? Because that’s what this feels like.

I swore I could hear them laughing even though they weren’t here with me.

Oh kid Reid responded.

Yeah it can, in my experience Cade sent.

Fuck I replied.

I typed out the details (not all of them) and begged them to tell me what to do or say to get out of this. To extricate myself from this situation I’d found myself in. Yes, I’d been a willing participant, but how willing could I really be when Stace was around? She was too fucking hot to resist. How was I supposed to withstand those dimples when she unleashed them on me?

What is the worst thing that could happen if you go to lunch with Stace’s family? For real. Cade asked.

It could ruin my entire life I responded.

Hunter be serious Cade sent.

Okay fine, we end up dating and then in a year we move in together and all the little things that I thought were cute start to annoy me. We start fighting about money and work hours and what we should do on the weekends and when to have kids and before we know it, we hate each other. We hate each other but we stick it out because there’s still enough love left. And we feel like we owe it to each other. And then we get married, because people won’t stop asking us about it and we want to make her family happy. It’s beautiful and we think it’s going to work. And then we do have kids and then life gets hard and we hate each other even more but we have to stay together for the kids even though it eats away at us every day. It adds up, little by little until we’re nothing but two people in a house who resent each other more than they ever loved each other. That’s what could happen.

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