Page 35 of Up All Night
Still… can you blame me for not wanting to see him go?
I think he had the same feeling, for he took his time getting dressed while the early morning light filtered through my blinds. Next door, my stupid neighbor whined to his girlfriend that he couldn’t sleep. Hadrian glanced toward the wall we shared with that man and said, “He complains too much.”
I laughed. “You feel pretty good about yourself, huh?”
It’s a fact that your foreign language abilities go up when you get laid. Hadrian totally understood me, which he proved when he said, “I feel good with you.”
Damnit. Why did he have to make this harder?
He kissed me goodbye, our lips lingering together now that he wasn’t fueled with the need to consume my whole face. Good for him. I wanted to consume his face if it meant he stayed with me a little longer.
How would I ever meet a man like him back in America? Ugh.
“I enjoy meeting you,” he said, wrapping his scarf around his neck. “Have good trip back to America.”
“I should be telling you to have a safe trip.” I followed him to my door. “You’re the one moving there.”
“Ah, we’ll both have safe trips.”
Hadrian spared me one last smile before showing himself out… and right into my neighbor, en route to make a big, nasty breakfast I would probably have to clean up.
“Sorry,” Hadrian said. My bearded French neighbor stared wide-eyed at this guy who was shorter and leaner than him. It helped that Hadrian walked with that effortless confidence that saidI just got laid, bud.I know enough guy speak.
“Uh… I…”
I leaned against my doorway, my sleep shorts and T-shirt so mussed from sex and sleep that I must have looked the blushing sight. “Good morning. Sleep well?”
If I had to let go of Hadrian, then it was only right I got that perturbed look of defeat from the neighbor I hated so damn much. Finally. Vengeance was mine.
