THE HALF OF IT

Part-5

Once Karan exited the door I went to take shower. My thoughts clouded my mind. To be honest, the signs of my ex cheating had always been there. He being busy on mobile texting, not spending time with me, meeting me less but I ignore all of it. Why does this happen with me? Why ain't I worth it. Why ain't I enough? Why always I get hurt and end up alone ?

Before all these emotions overpower me, I closed the shower went into room with my towel wrapped around me and open my suitcase to find some comfortable clothes to wear.  My eyes fell on the lingere I bought to wear on weekend n not much clothing because I planned it to go differently. Now it seems like my suitcase is mocking me too, but I really wanted to wear it.

I thought about Karan waiting in the living room, and my pulse beat slow and thick in my veins as his final comment came back to taunt me . . . being a nice guy is way overrated.

He didn't want to be a nice guy. That much I knew.

But does what he wanted was me, and after having my self-esteem take such a direct hit, the notion of feeling sexy and desirable, even for one night, was so tempting.

The last thing I wanted right now was a commitment or forever promises when that clearly was not my forte, but hot, mindless sex with a gorgeous, hot-as-hell stranger I’d never see again.
Yeah, that sounded absolutely perfect and exactly what I needed.

Gathering the fortitude to go through with my plan, I let the towel drop to the floor and put on the red lace baby-doll top and matching panties before I changed my mind. I unclipped my hair and let it fall to my shoulders. I touched up my makeup and dabbed my lips with a lip balm.

My stomach was a bundle of crazy wild nerves, but there was also something incredibly exhilarating about being so spontaneous when I was the kind of woman who’d always planned things out. But look where that had gotten me . . .stuck in a snowstorm in Boston after finding out my ex had been screwing someone else.

But it had also gotten me stranded with Karan, and for once in my life, I was going to be impulsive and enjoy whatever tonight and the nice guy out in the living room had to offer.

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I was scrolling through the list of movies for the tenth time, not sure what Teju might be in the mood for. I'd raided the mini bar as promised, and all the junk food loot was on the coffee table. I was just waiting, albeit impatiently, to find out if Teju was going to join me or not. After her emotionally draining day, I wasn't sure she was going to be up to hanging out, and as much as I would understand that decision, the thought mostly disappointed me.

When I heard the door to her bedroom open, a flood of relief coursed through me. “So, what are you in the mood for?” I asked, anxious for her to join me and hoping that she sat on the same sofa as me, instead of the single chair opposite the couch—Jesus, what was I, fourteen?
“We’ve got our choice between a romantic, comedy, action, adventure, or a horror flick.”

“None of those,” she said, her voice soft and husky as she approached  me. “The only thing I’m in the mood for is . . . you.”

Certain that I’d heard Teju wrong, I turned my head to glance at her. My jaw dropped open in shock as I stared at the stunning, erotic vision standing a few feet away from me, dressed in a sinful red ensemble that screamed fuck me, please.

Unsure as to what was going on—was I being cruelly punked right now-my  entire body went rigid, including my dick, as I desperately tried to clear the lust that was quickly fogging my brain.

I managed to close my mouth, but that only made my jaw clench achingly tight as I fought off the urge to do something stupid, like push her down to the couch and give free rein to the attraction we had both been skirting. Jesus, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.