Page 46 of Mostly My Boss
STOP THINKING ABOUT HIS PENIS!
I needed to get out of the room. Maybe he would wake up and we could both just laugh it off as being drunk and stupid. My first time getting drunk, something had been bound to happen.
Like, who didn’t lose their virginity that way?
I dropped my face into my hands and groaned. Then I heard a soft knock on the bathroom door. Shit, this was it. He was up and now I had to tell him what had happened because I doubted he would realize what I’d done.
“Julia, are you in there?”
Nicki!
I opened the door and let her in, quietly closing it behind her.
“Why is Ethan passed out in my bed?”
He was still asleep then. Saved for now.
“We got drunk. We came back here and…and…” Then I couldn’t keep the tears at bay.
Awkwardly, Nicki patted my back. “It’s okay. So you guys had sex? I didn’t think you two were like that. I mean, I knew you were tight, but I thought it was just…one of those weird things.”
“We’re not like that,” I admitted. “He was so drunk and so out of it, I don’t think he realized it was even me. I’ve ruined everything!”
Her eyes got wide. “Oh shit. You really think he was that drunk?”
I nodded even as I reached for some toilet paper to blow my nose.
“He’s going to hate me. He’s my best friend here. I don’t want to lose that, but now everything’s going to be different. I know it. He didn’t even want to have the conversation… I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.”
“You should leave. We’ll both go.”
“Leave?” I couldn’t leave. I had a confession to make. A friendship to destroy.
“Look, you said he was so drunk he might not even remember. He’ll wake up hungover and probably not think anything of it.”
Not think anything of it. The night I lost my virginity. The first time we kissed. Ethan and I having sex. All of those things seemed too important to forget.
“And when I’m not here when he wakes up?”
“Just go crash in his room. Again, you were both trashed. Nothing makes sense after a night of drunkenness when the pieces don’t line up. Trust me, I speak from experience.”
I looked down at my feet. “I need clothes.”
“I’ll get them. Wait here.”
Quietly, she opened the door and stepped outside with the experience of someone used to sneaking in and out of rooms where drunk guys were sleeping it off.
A moment later, she opened the door and handed me some clothes. Would Ethan see me today and realize this wasn’t what I was wearing last night?
I huffed out a breath. Doubtful. Like he ever paid that much attention to me.
Quickly, I slipped the clothes on and walked into the room. Ethan was still out cold, snoring, his arm flung over his head.
This was wrong. I should wait for him to wake up, explain what happened.
Then Nicki started shooing me silently with her hand. I grabbed my sneakers and coat and left the room as quietly as I could. I didn’t ask Nicki where she was going to go but none of that seemed to matter in the bigger picture.
I’d screwed up and running felt like the coward’s way out, but if he woke and didn’t realize anything had happened…then who did it hurt?
