Page 10 of When You Left Me Speechless

“It’s not your fault. I’m the one that drank myself into oblivion.”

“There’s a good chance you didn’t sleep with him. You woke up dressed, so maybe nothing happened.” She shrugs and offers me a look that tells me she feels sorry for me.

I want to die.

“Did you leave him your number?” she asks.

“What?”

“Your number? You know the ten digits that allow someone to call or text you?” She says the words slowly like she is spelling something for a child.

“Seriously? I can’t remember if I fucked him or not and you want to know if I gave him my phone number?” I roll my eyes and fold my arms across my chest.

“Well, you both seemed to hit it off. I thought maybe you would want to, you know, see where it goes. You haven’t dated anyone since Fuck Face, and I don’t know, you both seemed really into one another.”

“No, Lace, you know the rules. Nothing serious until after I graduate. Besides, you're one to talk. I didn’t see you leaving a note for the other guy?”

She laughs. “Well, you know, like I said, the sex was mediocre.”

This is not the first one-night stand I’ve had, but it’s the first one I don’t remember all the details of, and that, at its best, is unsettling.

“God, why can’t I remember what happened?” I try to concentrate, but the pounding in my head is too distracting.

“Try to calm down. There is like a solid fifty percent chance you didn’t have sex last night.”

“Lacey!”

She throws her head back against the headrest and laughs. “Whatever happened, happened. No sense in worrying about it because of your rule, remember? ‘Nothing serious until after graduation.’ Plus, he seemed like a good guy.”

I don’t respond.

“You have an IUD, right? So either way the night went, you will never see him again. Just chalk it up to a fun night to distract you from the shitty couple of days you had. Now let’s go home so we can get changed and get some breakfast. I’m starving.”

She’s right. If we hooked up, I will never see him again. That’s good, right? For a split second, I feel a tiny tug at my heart at the thought. A blurry memory of him holding me while we swayed side to side flashes in my head and my stomach flips.

Am I feeling butterflies or is it alcohol-induced nausea? Definitely nausea. Right?

I don’t let my mind linger there too long. I can’t worry about what may or may not have happened. I need to focus on the future, on finishing school, and finding an externship.

“Yeah, you're right. I probably should put on some pants.” I notice the Uber driver's eyes dart to the rearview mirror. My cheeks heat, and I cover my legs with the dress I’m holding.

“Did Olive get back to you?” she asks.

I pull out my phone and shake my head. There is nothing from my sister.

LOGAN

I hear the door shut,and I open my eyes to find I am alone in bed. No note. No sign she was ever here except for the ruffled-up sheets next to me. I’m kicking myself for not asking her for her number last night.

Of course, she left.They always do.

The realization I’m alone this morning makes me feel like an idiot for thinking she would actually stick around to get to know me better. Beautiful girls like that don’t go for guys like me.

I walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Tanner is rummaging through cabinets, looking for food.

“Did they tell you bye before they ran out of here?” I ask.

“No, they must have snuck out while we were sleeping.” He pours cereal into a bowl and then tosses me the box. “What got into you last night? You know you won the bet, right? You didn’t have to stay.”

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