Page 24 of Falling in Love with Two

Four orgasms aren’t easily forgotten.

I look over at him again. Nothing but a sheet covers his lower half, and I can see his cock is half hard beneath the light fabric. I consider pulling it out and taking it for another spin, but I decide against it.

I really hate small talk after these little encounters. I’d rather just sneak off and avoid talking altogether. It’s not like this thing between us is going to go anywhere. I’m in no position to give anyone more than a night of fun especially since now, I have a whole lot more on my plate than I did yesterday at this same time.

As quietly as I can, I slip out from under the sheets and tiptoe over to grab my shoes, pants, and underwear. With them all in hand, I head into the living room to get my bra and shirt. I quickly throw everything on and get my phone from my purse.

Pulling up the ride-share app, I realize that I have no idea what the address is here. I don’t want to open up the front door just yet and risk waking up Dylan.

Time to do some snooping. I don’t have to do much, though. There’s a small pile of mail sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Dylan Lawson,” I whisper to myself. My eyes move further down the envelope to see the address. Quickly, I type it into the app and see it tells me I have twelve minutes until my driver gets here.

Once it’s confirmed, I hunt for a bathroom because I have to piss like a racehorse. I find one just off the living room and duck inside.

After emptying my bladder, I step to the sink to wash my hands, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

Holy shit. Talk about ten miles of bad road. My hair is basically a tangled, matted mess. My eyeliner and mascara has turned me into a raccoon. My lipstick has worn off now, leaving my lips with a slightly red hue. I definitely look like I’ve been fucking all night.

I’m a hot mess—minus the hot part.

I do my best to comb through my hair with my fingers and wipe off my face. This is as good as it’s going to get. With one final glance in the mirror, I head back to the living room.

Pulling out my phone, I see that I still have a few minutes to kill. I walk around the room to take a look. This place is certainly well-decorated. It’s hard to believe a single guy lives here. Everything seems to have a woman’s touch. That may sound like a stereotypical assumption. But really, I’m just going off of my experience. Most of the guys I’ve been with didn’t even bother to hang things on the walls.

Maybe I’ve been with the wrong kind of man.

Or maybe this place has a woman’s touch.

That last thought comes when I spot a picture frame on the mantle. Inside is a photo of Dylan with a woman kissing him on the cheek. They both look really happy.

Hm. I didn’t take Mr. Golden Retriever for a cheater. I guess I don't know that for a fact. Maybe they’ve since broken up. Or maybe they are pulling a Ross and Rachel and are on a break.

Whatever the case may be, he must still like her enough to keep her photo around.

Not that any of this is my concern.

Last night was fun, but I didn’t expect it to get further than that. I’m not looking for some bit of commitment.

Hell, I don’t know that I’ll ever be ready for that.

I don’t even have my next steps even remotely planned. But it seems that Dylan Lawson has it all figured out. I’m sure he’ll make some woman very happy one day—if he hasn’t already.

Especially with that tongue of his.

God, I’m going to miss that thing.

Not wanting to be a complete ass, I walk back over to the counter to grab a pen and the back of an envelope to write on.

Thanks for the fun.

XO.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, signaling that my driver is pulling up. I take one final look around before heading out the front door.

See you around, Mr. Lawson.

I have just enough time to get home and shower before I need to go to work. I see no sign of Amy at the apartment, so either she’s still on her date, or she went into the shop early.

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