I loved myself final evening, and I’m fairly positive he loved himself, too.

So why do I really feel so anxious?

I can’t assist however assume that is going to have an effect on our skilled relationship. His darkish lashes shift as his eyes transfer behind his lids. A muscle twitch makes me smile as his expression relaxes. Is his sleep restful? Does he like sleeping subsequent to me?

These are two questions I in all probability shouldn’t ask him or myself.

What if individuals across the workplace discover out? I chunk down on my decrease lip, staying completely nonetheless as my pulse jumps with stress. What if individuals on the workplace already know? Everybody is aware of he introduced me residence, possibly that’s all they should know we’re collectively. Who is aware of if the rumors have already began?

I ought to know higher than to get tousled like this. I like Clifton. He went from a troubled dude who appeared to love fixing issues along with his fists to the sort of man I’d like to date. Not that we’re relationship. However I may see myself with him, relationship him, having fun with his firm outdoors of labor.

I’m appearing foolish, like some lovesick schoolgirl.

Shifting very slowly, I look on the clock on my nightstand. It’s eight fifteen on a Saturday. I’ve nowhere to be, no plans in any respect, and there’s a person in my mattress.

I blow out a breath and produce my hand as much as press towards my brow. What the heck do I do now? I’ve by no means, not as soon as, had a one evening stand. Are we speculated to cuddle? Spend time collectively? Awkwardly half methods with our heads down and proverbial tails between our legs? How do adults deal with these moments of their lives?

And what does he need? Is he hoping for cuddles? Or is he going to make up and need to escape as quickly as potential? Life can be a lot simpler if I may learn individuals’s minds. Not that I feel I’d take pleasure in that superpower one bit. I may ask.

I look at him once more, watching the light rise and fall of his chest and the way in which he appears to be like so relaxed and peaceable. I may wake him up and ask, however I can’t consider something extra creepy than waking him as much as ask if he desires to cuddle or cut up.

And all of the sudden, I do know what’s going to resolve all these issues and clear my head – espresso.

I gently slide out of his embrace and off the sting of the mattress, tiptoeing away to not wake him up. With silent steps, I make my solution to the lavatory to brush my enamel and splash some water on my face. The lady within the mirror appears to be like like she’s been attacked by a wild animal – I’m glad I wakened earlier than he did.

With a hairbrush, I comb my hair into some semblance of neatness, then run a facecloth below chilly water and press the moist, chilled materials to my eyes to assist deliver down a few of the puffiness. I take my bathrobe and wrap it round my physique and smile at myself within the mirror. There, I can move for human.

Happy with the outcomes of my low-effort quest to look much less like a wild lady and extra like a human being, I go away the lavatory whereas stretching my arms above my head. Within the kitchen, I begin the espresso maker and take a few mugs out of the cupboard. I imply, who does not need espresso, proper? I’m not going in addition him out of my place – if he desires to remain for espresso, he’s welcome to take action.

“Morning,” he says from the entry of the kitchen and I flip to face him, unable to carry again a smile.

“Morning. I’m making espresso.” As if he could not inform by the sight, sound, and odor of espresso within the air. Typically I say the dumbest issues.

He’s in nothing however his boxers, so I think about he’s not bolting for the door anytime quickly. And that’s tremendous with me. I discover it curious, nonetheless, that he appears to be like extra attractive within the gentle of day.

“Thanks, however I ought to in all probability get going quickly,” he says.

My coronary heart contracts at the same time as I remind myself that this was only a fling, not one thing deliberate. “In fact. How can I assist?”

Once I lastly watch the door shut behind him, I lock the deadbolt and sigh, leaning again towards the counter just like the granite can catch me from falling. What the heck was I pondering? He’d been all enterprise when he left and now I really feel silly for the assumptions I’d made.

I stroll over and put the second espresso cup again within the cupboard and resolve I want to speak to a good friend.

With fast steps, I make my solution to my room to choose up my telephone and dial Katie’s quantity. She gained’t choose me for sleeping with him, and I want a good friend proper now.

“Hey, Emma, what’s up?” Katie’s cheerful voice smooths some tough edge inside me.

I go away my room and make a beeline for my espresso. “I simply want to speak.” She should have heard one thing in my voice.

“Oh, no. What occurred?” Regardless of the fear in her voice, she nonetheless sounds so upbeat there’s no stress to her remark.

I take a sip of my espresso, looking at a vase of multicolored tulips. “Clifton and I…” How on earth do I say this? I’ve by no means performed something like this earlier than. Not the one evening stand half, not the coworker half, nothing.

“Clifton, your coworker, the boss’s son, and the final individual you ought to be calling me very first thing within the morning on a Saturday about Clifton?” she says as if she already is aware of what I’m going to inform her.

I wince. “Yeah, that Clifton.”

“Are you okay?” Her complete tone shifts and I blink again sudden stinging tears.

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