Page 38 of Stay With Me
I could not be more dry.
Shuddering at the thought of him touching me again, I slide out from under the sheet and search for my clothes.
“It’sMagnolia,” I tell him for the thousandth time. “And this was a mistake.”
“You don’t mean that. C’mon, we can shower together, and you can suck me off.”
“I was drunk, you moron,” I remind him, grabbing my dress and panties, then sliding them on.
“We’re good together, doll. I’ve changed, and I promise this time?—”
“There’s nothis time. You and me, never happenin’ again.”
A cocky smirk flashes across his bemused face as he crosses his arms behind his head. “You said that last time.”
Finally finding my shoes, I swipe them off the floor and scowl at him. “Lose my number.”
Once I grab my phone and bag, I aim for the door and am relieved when I see the disposed condom on the floor. At least he managed to get one on.
“You’ll be back! You always are…”
If I wasn’t in such a hurry to wash last night’s regret off me, I’d march back into his room and stab him with my high heel.
It’s Sunday morning, which means downtown’s quiet except for the church bells. All the shops are closed, and Ubers are limited.
I decide to do the walk of shame down the five blocks to myapartment. Living in a small town means nothing’s too far away, but it also means Travis is too close.
Ugh. I hate him.
But more than anything, I hate myself.
After a scalding hot shower and brushing my teeth, I go through my messages to make sure I texted Noah that I was safe and sound.
Noah
Text me when you’re home!
Magnolia
*thumbs-up*
Two hours later…
Noah
You better not be dead in a ditch. Are you home?
Magnolia
I’m fimee motor
I cringe at my drunk texting skills. Thought I was getting better at that.
Noah
You’re wasted AF. Please get home safely.
Then I sent her a drunken selfie with a cringy-as-hell smile and one squinted eye.
