Page 3 of Loving Bad
Like Sin, he also sported a tattoo sleeve on one of his arms. The lack of shirt confirmed that was the extent of his tattoos on the top portion of his body. And I had no wish to know if he had any tattoos on the bottom half. He also had piercings but only in his eyebrow that was arched at me.
Unlike Sin, his hair was a light brown and a little longer on top with the sides shorter. He had pale blue eyes similar to mine. He was a good-looking guy, and I bet he could pull as many girls as Sin could but, despite that, he didn't have the same effect that Sin had on me. He was still smiling like he was enjoying watching me squirm with embarrassment.
"You're the girl who was with Sin last night," he said to me. This house was big enough to house a few people so maybe he was trying to place who I'd been with. The fact that he had seen me go upstairs with Sin made me question the fact that despite waking up dressed in my underwear something had happened with him.
I'd heard stories of girls being tender there afterward, but I wasn't. Did that tell me anything? I'd been determined to experience what girls my age did, but this was one I wished I'd skipped. How did I tell this guy that I had no recollection from the night before and that I wanted to get out of here before I embarrassed myself further?
"I need to go," I mumbled as I turned to leave.
"What's your name?" he asked with curiosity as my hand gripped the door handle tightly.
I kept my back to him and, for a moment, I weighed up whether it was a good idea to tell him my name. It didn't take me long to decide not to answer his question. I hoped that by keeping my identity from him I could erase this from my mind. In my rush to leave, I slammed the door closed and hurried down the street.
The air outside was cool, and I shivered. It was early morning. I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was only seven o’clock. My mind cycled through what I remembered from last night as I did my first—and hopefully last—walk of shame.
