Page 74 of Receiving His Mercy
Oh, he didn’t like the thought that she might be lying to him.
And why? Embarrassment?
Or something else? Regret?
Well, it hadn’t been the smartest idea, had it? In fact, he should likely be grateful that she had left. If she’d stayed, what would he have said to her? Thanks for the fun but nothing more can happen?
That’s what he would have said . . . right?
Because it wouldn’t have gone any further than what it had. Caren wasn’t the sort of woman he was looking for long-term. Although she also wasn’t the sort of woman that you had a one-night stand with, either.
Fuck.
As annoyed as he’d been at Tyler for walking in and interrupting them last night, he’d likely done him a favor.
No. He wouldn’t want to give Caren the wrong idea. Or to use her. He wasn’t a fucking jerk. She was his friend.
Perhaps a bit of space was what they both needed.
Much as he hated that idea.
How was he going to protect her if he was giving her space?
But friends really shouldn’t fuck their friends. And that’s what they were to each other.
Just friends.
Travis:You should have woken me. I would have driven you home. And thank you for the food, but you really didn’t need to. Friends don’t pay their friends back for . . .
Shit.For what?
As he was thinking about what to say, he accidentally hit the send button.
Well, fuck.
Now he had to say something. But what to say? Obviously he couldn’t say orgasms or near fucks or anything like that.
Shit.
Friends didn’t pay backtheir friends for what?
She stared at the text message. She shouldn’t have checked it right away but as soon as she realized it was from him, she had to open it. She’d been nervous ever since she’d left his apartment, wondering if he’d message her and how he’d react to her leaving. And to her gift.
It was weird, right?
Of course it was. You didn’t just buy a friend a whole load of groceries simply for letting youstay the night.
Which gave her gift other connotations.
She placed her hand over her face, as though trying to hide herself. It wasn’t going to work, though.
Idiot.
Cockwomble.
Dick.
“You all right?” the driver asked her.
