I woke up groggy and groaned. My head was pounding and I felt a little nauseous. I laid in my bed with my eyes shut then finally opened them. I squinted at the sunlight spilling into my room from the window then closed my eyes again. I thought back to the night before and a smile spread across my lips. I had been at a party at some huge mansion in Malibu. I didn't even know who's house it was, but my friend dragged me there with her, then she ended up leaving after an hour. I didn't want to leave yet, so I stayed. I mean who would want to leave a giant house with a swimming pool and tennis courts that was providing free alcohol and weed? I was determined to have a fun summer and I was definitely off to a good start. I mean, I met him there so I'm glad I decided to stay. My thoughts turned to him. I should have known the minute I saw his stupid smile and those powder blue eyes that he would cause me sorrow.
I opened my eyes and turned my head. There he was, fast asleep in my bed. I smiled to myself at how cute he looked then I sat up and reached over and nudged him. He groaned in his sleep and turned onto his back. He opened his eyes a minute later and squinted at the sunlight. He rubbed his eyes then looked over at me.
"Good morning sleepy." I smiled.
He sat up and groaned.
"Do you feel like shit too?" I asked.
"Fuckin' 'ell." He said and I giggled.
He looked at me and a smile spread on his lips.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"Nothin. You just like to say that alot, don't you."
"Do I?" He asked.
"You said it alot last night." I grinned as I shrugged my shoulders.
His smile faded and he looked down at his hands then back at me.
"Listen, I don't usually do shit like this."
"Fuck complete strangers?" I asked.
His eyes looked into mine. God, those fucking eyes!
"Yeah, this was a huge fuckin mistake. We have to keep this between you and me, ok?" He said with a serious face.
"Relax. I'm not going to tell your wife." I rolled my eyes.
He looked at me surprised.
"You knew I was married?" He asked.
"I think the ring on your finger gave it away." I chuckled.
He looked down at his wedding ring and sighed.
"Chill out, I have a boyfriend so we're even, ok?" I said.
"You have a boyfriend?" He asked surprised.
"Yes, but he's in New York for the summer visiting his grandma."
We stared at each other for a second then he stood up and picked up his clothes from the floor. I watched him get dressed then he looked at me.
"Nice meetin ya." He said.
"You too." I smiled.
"I gotta go."
"Ok." I said.
He walked out of my room and I heard the front door open and shut. I threw myself back onto my bed and sighed. Listen, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm an evil whore for cheating on my boyfriend with a married man, but let's be honest here. It takes two to fuck so he's just as guilty as me and I didn't set out to cheat, it just kinda happened. Plus, I have been trying to break up with Dean for months. Maybe it will be easier now. I thought back to the previous night and grinned to myself.
