Page 12 of Only for Tonight
I pick up the phone and connect it, putting it to my ear before looking over my shoulder at the closed bathroom door. “Hey,” I answer.
“Not trying to be that kind of parent,” he starts off saying and I have to laugh.
“Considering I’m over thirty, I didn’t think you were.”
“Just wanted to make sure you were safe and to remind you we have lunch plans with the Stone family.” I close my eyes. “But I also really hope you didn’t do something stupid last night.”
I chuckle as I hear the water in the shower turn off. “I didn’t do anything stupid last night,” I assure him, but my head screams at me I did the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life, “and my flight is at two, so I’ll be skipping lunch.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later, then,” he says as I hear the door to the bathroom open.
“Yup,” I confirm and disconnect the phone before he hears Ariella’s voice.
“That felt good,” she declares, coming out wrapped in a robe, her hair wound up in a white towel. I put the phone back down on the side table as I take her in when she bends and picks up her dress from last night, going over to the suitcase on the luggage rack in the corner. “Did you order?”
“I did, and it pains me to be the bearer of bad news,” I deadpan as she looks over at me.
“Don’t do it.” She points at me. “Don’t be that…” She trails off when I hold up my hand.
“But they had no burger.” Her head falls back and she looks up at the ceiling but her eyes are closed. “However, they did have a hangover sandwich that sounds like it’s going to clog your arteries, so you should be covered.”
“Yes,” she hisses happily as she fists her hand and raises it to the sky. The crisis of the burger now a memory. “Fries?” She looks back at me, holding her dress to her chest.
“She said she had hash browns,” I reply and her arms hang in defeat, “but she said she’ll talk to the kitchen.”
“Well, you did your best,” she huffs, and I can’t help but laugh, “too bad it wasn’t good enough.”
“Wow.” I shake my head. “I’m going to go and drown myself in the shower now.”
“Godspeed,” she tells me, and I walk past her, not knowing if I should stop and kiss her or just go to the bathroom. She makes the decision for me by looking back at her suitcase and I walk to the bathroom.
I toss my pants on the counter before closing the door and my eyes catch sight of another empty condom wrapper in the garbage. I’ve never once travelled with condoms in my wallet. I mean, I did when I was in college, but I’m over thirty and not interested in random hookups. Plus, I was with Tiffany, and it wasn’t like I was going to pick up someone on a road trip. For some reason I can’t even explain, I grabbed a row of three condoms from my bedside table before I came here. I don’t know what the reason was, but I guess my present self is happy with my past self. I get into the shower and immediately dunk my head under the warm water, putting my hands on the tiled wall in front of me. The shower is barely big enough for me, but somehow the two of us fit last night. I mean, I was on my knees for a good portion of it, and then she quickly got down on her knees to return the favor. My cock gets rock hard when I close my eyes and picture her taking me in her mouth.
I push off from the wall, turning the temperature all the way to the other side and let the ice-cold water beat down on me. Enough for my cock to go to half-mast before stepping out and grabbing the last towel from the bottom of the counter, wrapping it around my waist as I hear the knock at the door.
I slip my boxers back on and then finally put on the pants I wore last night, but not doing the button. I run the towel over my hair, taking some of the wetness from my hair before I open the door at the same time I hear Ariella. “I don’t know what you said to them but…” I look from the bathroom to her sitting on the couch with two trays on the table. One of the silver domes off and her hand holding up a French fry. “Look at what got delivered.”
“I was like, you better get me fries or else.” I chuckle as I walk toward the couch.
She grabs the little jar of ketchup, opening it as she picks up another dome and sees my poached eggs. “Eww,” she gasps, “these are for you, since you’re in training.” She holds up her hands, doing the air quotes again for training.
“I eat healthy.”
“I can see that.” She switches the plates around before uncovering her own and smiling at me. “See”—she picks up the sandwich—“divine.” She takes a bite, chews as she makes herself a cup of coffee, and I sit next to her.
“We should probably discuss last night.” I start the conversation even though I have no idea what more to say.
“Oh God,” she says, taking another bite, “the dreaded morning-after conversation.”
I make my own cup of coffee before looking at her. “It’s not a dreaded morning-after conversation.”
“Really?” She grabs a French fry and dips it in ketchup. “What are we going to call it?”
“Last night,” I start talking and get little bits of flashbacks of my mouth on hers as I carried her into the room, closing the door and pinning her against it, “was?—”
“Gosh, can we just fast-forward, and you say what you want to say?”
I look down at the poached eggs, trying to find the words to not sound like an asshole and at the same time not wanting her to hate me. “I’m really not looking for a relationship.” She takes a bite of her sandwich and I see she’s avoiding looking at me. “As much fun as last night was”—she’s about to say something, so I hold up my hand to stop her—“and it was a lot of fucking fun. Best fun I’ve ever had.”
