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down.”
“Right.”
At least he didn’t argue with her.
She took a bite of her sandwich, forcing herself to act normally and like her world hadn’t fallen into some crazy, chaotic, jumbled mess with his appearance back in Del Rio.
Not unlike the crazy, chaotic, jumbled mess her life had become after that night a decade ago.
Chapter Seven
San Antonio, 10 Years Ago
She couldn’t do it.
She couldn’t drive up to Austin and hang out with Chase after…after…doing what she’d done the night before with Matt.
An ugly mélange of feelings crashed through her, like angry waves on a beach during a hurricane. Raw. Potent. Confusing.
Jenn picked up her phone and texted Chase.
Something came up at home. Can’t make it today. Sorry.
She hit SEND and fell back onto the pillows that still somehow smelled like Matt.
Jenn sucked in a breath, the sharp sting of shame careening through her mind and body, reminding her that this was why she’d always shied away from casual sex; the couple of times she’d done it, she’d felt so, so dirty.
Stupid Baptist upbringing.
Except she didn’t feel dirty for the reasons she did.
Silent tears leaked out of her closed eyelids as she thought back over the past twelve hours. Seeing Matt downstairs. Matt coming back up to her room. A couple of drinks, good conversation and the hottest, most delicious kiss she’d ever experienced. Images of what they’d done to and with each other flashed through her mind like a soft focus porno flick, carnal and dirty and so, so sexy.
So maybe not quite like a porno flick, because she generally didn’t find porn to be all that sexy. But still…her body was sore and stinging, and she totally had a bite mark on her left boob.
Jesus that had been hot.
I can’t believe I slept with Matt.
The tears were coming faster now, having moved on from a slow leak to a dam bursting.
She’d slept with Matt—the boy she’d known since she was in elementary school—and she’d woken up this morning to an empty bed, a head full of memories and not so much as a “goodbye” or “it’s not you, it’s me.”
He’d just left.
Sometime in the middle of the night, he’d apparently snuck out (like the cocky asshole she’d always known he was) and couldn’t even leave her a note.
Never mind the fact that they’d known each other for almost twenty years.
Never mind the fact that she was best friends with his younger brother.
Never mind the fact that they would have to see each other again at some point in the future.
Never mind the fact that last night had been the best sex she’d ever had.
He’d just left.
Treated her like nothing more than a girl he met in a bar and hooked up with.
And that stung. Even if he had met her in a bar last night and hooked up with her. Shared past experiences made that a completely moot point.
She allowed herself a few more moments of wallowing before sitting up and wiping at her eyes. And okay, a couple more sniffs of the pillow that still smelled like Matt. He really did smell good. Like hot man and leather.
Jesus, she was losing her ever-loving mind.
Would the hotel notice if a pillowcase was missing? She sniffed one more time.
With a frustrated “argh!” she pushed off the bed and began gathering up her things, throwing clothes and toiletries into her overnight bag without folding or sorting anything. Screw it. She didn’t give a flying fuck if everything got wrinkled and smelled like toothpaste and deodorant.
Jenn had just tossed her makeup bag in with the rest of her stuff—sans pillowcase, thank you very much—when her phone pinged, letting her know she’d received a text message.
Chase: Hope everything’s okay. Call me later.
Unlike his brother, Chase really was a nice, stand-up guy.
Jenn: Will do. Later tater.
She looked around the room to make sure she’d gotten everything, made one last trip to the bathroom and then picked up her stuff and left behind the room with its rumpled
“Right.”
At least he didn’t argue with her.
She took a bite of her sandwich, forcing herself to act normally and like her world hadn’t fallen into some crazy, chaotic, jumbled mess with his appearance back in Del Rio.
Not unlike the crazy, chaotic, jumbled mess her life had become after that night a decade ago.
Chapter Seven
San Antonio, 10 Years Ago
She couldn’t do it.
She couldn’t drive up to Austin and hang out with Chase after…after…doing what she’d done the night before with Matt.
An ugly mélange of feelings crashed through her, like angry waves on a beach during a hurricane. Raw. Potent. Confusing.
Jenn picked up her phone and texted Chase.
Something came up at home. Can’t make it today. Sorry.
She hit SEND and fell back onto the pillows that still somehow smelled like Matt.
Jenn sucked in a breath, the sharp sting of shame careening through her mind and body, reminding her that this was why she’d always shied away from casual sex; the couple of times she’d done it, she’d felt so, so dirty.
Stupid Baptist upbringing.
Except she didn’t feel dirty for the reasons she did.
Silent tears leaked out of her closed eyelids as she thought back over the past twelve hours. Seeing Matt downstairs. Matt coming back up to her room. A couple of drinks, good conversation and the hottest, most delicious kiss she’d ever experienced. Images of what they’d done to and with each other flashed through her mind like a soft focus porno flick, carnal and dirty and so, so sexy.
So maybe not quite like a porno flick, because she generally didn’t find porn to be all that sexy. But still…her body was sore and stinging, and she totally had a bite mark on her left boob.
Jesus that had been hot.
I can’t believe I slept with Matt.
The tears were coming faster now, having moved on from a slow leak to a dam bursting.
She’d slept with Matt—the boy she’d known since she was in elementary school—and she’d woken up this morning to an empty bed, a head full of memories and not so much as a “goodbye” or “it’s not you, it’s me.”
He’d just left.
Sometime in the middle of the night, he’d apparently snuck out (like the cocky asshole she’d always known he was) and couldn’t even leave her a note.
Never mind the fact that they’d known each other for almost twenty years.
Never mind the fact that she was best friends with his younger brother.
Never mind the fact that they would have to see each other again at some point in the future.
Never mind the fact that last night had been the best sex she’d ever had.
He’d just left.
Treated her like nothing more than a girl he met in a bar and hooked up with.
And that stung. Even if he had met her in a bar last night and hooked up with her. Shared past experiences made that a completely moot point.
She allowed herself a few more moments of wallowing before sitting up and wiping at her eyes. And okay, a couple more sniffs of the pillow that still smelled like Matt. He really did smell good. Like hot man and leather.
Jesus, she was losing her ever-loving mind.
Would the hotel notice if a pillowcase was missing? She sniffed one more time.
With a frustrated “argh!” she pushed off the bed and began gathering up her things, throwing clothes and toiletries into her overnight bag without folding or sorting anything. Screw it. She didn’t give a flying fuck if everything got wrinkled and smelled like toothpaste and deodorant.
Jenn had just tossed her makeup bag in with the rest of her stuff—sans pillowcase, thank you very much—when her phone pinged, letting her know she’d received a text message.
Chase: Hope everything’s okay. Call me later.
Unlike his brother, Chase really was a nice, stand-up guy.
Jenn: Will do. Later tater.
She looked around the room to make sure she’d gotten everything, made one last trip to the bathroom and then picked up her stuff and left behind the room with its rumpled
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