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Lyssa
The sound of the front door closing woke me up enough that my bladder wasn't going to let me go back to sleep until I got up and emptied it. In doing so, I wish I could say I was disappointed that Goose didn't stay. But really, what did I expect? Besides, I knew him less than I did any other guy I have been with. That includes the two guys I met on the dating application Emilia signed me up for. So, really, did it matter? Or really, should it matter? No was the answer to both those questions, and yet I found it still stung ever so slightly. A feeling I was sure would be gone by morning, and yet it wasn't. The memory of him lingered as I got up and began my day. My body soars in the sweetest of ways, a feeling I can't say I have ever felt. Not even with the asshole of an ex. With every move I made, my body sent a reminder to my brain of that sweet spot that only Goose had ever hit, and he hit it more than once.
Showering, I washed his smell off me before getting dressed. By the time I was done, I had just enough time to mix myself a smoothie and walk out the door. Today I had a business class and then I had work afterward. The walk to campus was not one I had to do often. Emilia drove both of us some mornings. But I didn't bother knocking on her door as I left. Her car was still at the bar anyway, and that was in the opposite direction from campus. Besides, I only had just enough time to get to class. So I focused on that and did my best to ignore the throbbing reminder from between my legs that came with every step.
Making it through my class without letting my thoughts drift off to think about Goose, I made my way outside. I had an hour before I had to be at work, and could do with something more solid in my stomach than the smoothie I made myself before leaving the house. There are several nearby places that are easily accessible on foot and still allow for a timely commute to work. And as I started down the sidewalk, I was stopped by someone honking their horn. Looking over, I found Emillia pulling up along the curb next to where I now stood. A smile instantly filled my face as I climbed into the passenger seat.
"I am surprised to see you up and moving today."
Laughing, she pulled away from the curb.
"I didn't have that much to drink. Besides, I had to get my car picked up before my dad saw it was left at the bar and freaked out."
Humming, I nodded my agreement. I have only met her dad a handful of times, and it was clear he loves his daughter very much and would do anything for her. It was also clear that he worries about her safety a lot, which I can't blame him for. Being a woman in the world could be a scary place, and Emilia was most definitely an independent woman, which only made him worry more, I am sure. Honestly, I was kind of jealous of the relationship she has with her father. It was something I wished I could have with my own, had he still been alive.
"Anyway, how are you today?"
She side-eyed me with a knowing look before quickly looking back at the road as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the street in the direction of one of our favorite places to eat between campus and the store where I work. The look she gave me had my stomach hitting the floor. Goose's words repeated in my head, "I don't want things to be weird between you and your friend." She obviously knows how I don't know, but she does. And now, for the first time since last night, I was worried that I had messed up and things between my one and only friend here in town would be weird.
"I don't know, are you upset with me?"
I watched her as she paid full attention to the road ahead of her until she pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant she was driving us to. Pulling into a parking spot, she signed as she put the car in park and turned in her seat to look at me.
"No, I am just worried. I know he left after and didn't stay. Chances are, he didn't even bother letting you know he was leaving. I guess I am more upset with myself for not warning you better."
I shrugged.
"You said he doesn't do relationships. He told me the same thing."
"That's not the same as banging someone and then leaving without a word."
"I knew what he was implying. I am not looking for a relationship anyway."
Sighing, she nodded.
"So you don't have any regrets or anything?"
That was a good question, and one I allowed myself to think about for a moment before shaking my head. I didn't have regrets. In fact, if Goose showed up on my doorstep again, I think I may allow him back in my bed. Zero attachment with damn good s*x, yes please. Would that be something that would last for long in the future? I don't know, but for now, I think I would be alright with it. And that included not feeling any regrets.
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