I make a quick glance around the room, just to make sure nothing
embarrassing will catch his eye. He takes a seat on my bed and I watch
as he scans the room. I stand in the doorway to my bathroom and try
to give him one last out.
“You say this will make it stop, but I’m warning you right now, Ryle.
I’m like a drug. If you have sex with me tonight, it’s only going to
make things worse for you. But once is all you’re getting. I refuse to
become one of the many girls you use to—how did you word it that
night? Satisfy your needs?”
He leans back on his elbows. “You aren’t that kind of girl, Lily. And
I’m not the kind of guy who needs someone more than once. We have
nothing to worry about.”
I close the door behind me, wondering how in the hell this guy
talked me into this.
It’s the scrubs. The scrubs are my weakness. It has nothing to do
with him.
I wonder if there’s a way he could leave them on during the sex?
- • •
I’ve never taken more than half an hour to get ready, but it’s almost
an hour before I’m finished in the bathroom. I shaved more parts of
me than was probably necessary, and then spent a good twenty
minutes having a freak-out, and had to talk myself out of opening the
door and telling him to leave. But now that my hair is dry and I’m
cleaner than I’ve ever been, I think I might be able to do this. I can
totally have a one-night stand. I’m twenty-three years old.
I open the door and he’s still there on my bed. I’m a little
disappointed to see that his scrub top is on the floor, but I don’t see
his pants, so he must still be wearing them. He’s under the covers,
though, so I can’t tell.
I close the door behind me and wait for him to roll over and look
at me, but he doesn’t. I take a few steps closer, and that’s when I
notice he’s snoring.
Not just a light—oh I just fell asleep—snore. It’s a middle of REM
sleep kind of snore.
“Ryle?” I whisper. He doesn’t even budge when I shake him.