Page 21 of Swept Away
We were two strangers after all.
But we were good.
A great experience, all in all.
What wasn’t that good was finding out that his phone was no longer in service when I tried to call him.
Call it a hunch, but I knew something was wrong with his number.
There was no name attached to it.No information.
I somehow anticipated that I wouldn’t be able to get him on the line.
And I was right.
That’s why I called.
Had he answered his phone, I would’ve come up with some stupid story, like his little lie about the woman across the street who doesn’t exist.
His stepsister.
Yeah, right.
Today is Friday, so after working the entire morning and checking my bank account in the afternoon and smiling at the account balance, I put on some comfortable clothes, grab my backpack, lock the door, and walk to the store to buy groceries.
I spend an hour in the store, mostly browsing the shelves with a blank stare, thinking about what happened last night.
I finally put several items in my shopping cart, stop at the cash register to pay for my things, and head out.
The events of last night were earth-shattering in my little world, so no wonder I’m still reflecting on them.
I wish I had someone to share them with. Although it probably wouldn’t be wise to do that.
The story would make zero sense to an outsider.
As I walk past people, some glance at me, and it may be because I’ve put more effort into my appearance for once.
My hair looks lovely now. I washed it and blow-dried it last night after he left.I also trimmed my pubic hair and shaved my legs. Why?
I have no idea.
He didn’t say he’d return.
We exchanged a few words in the hallway before he thanked me for the lovely evening––he didn’t use those words––and then winked at me and, like the cat, vanished into the night.
Men leaving me used to put a hole into my stomach, even when the sex wasn’t as good as it was with him, but with him, I was ready for anything.
Because I didn’t expect a damn thing from him.
Nothing has changed in my life because we fucked.I’m still the unavailable girl, and he is still a blur in my memory, although his touch is everywhere on my body, and especially where I don’t want it to be.
I had to masturbate after he left because I couldn’t fall asleep, and also wanted to relive those sweet moments when he had fucked me.
“Gemma?”
The woman’s voice catches me off guard.
I struggle to get my focus back as I look around.
