To fly you only need two wheels

treat her better

*Marc*

I woke up because I could hear a suppressed sob.

My head was pounding. Kariss and I had really overdone it yesterday. Even though it had been a very fun evening. At least from the time we had been in the bar. Just her and me.

It had made a big difference.

She had been much more relaxed. Maybe also because I had told her what I was thinking. At least parts of it. She fascinated me. And while we had been talking, in the bar, between a lot of alcohol, it had once again become apparent why. She was smart and knew a lot about motorcycles. So we had really had something to talk about the whole evening. Another one of those things that didn't happen to me all the time. Sometimes I had the feeling that I was expected to do the talking. Maybe I had that effect on some people. It was much more enjoyable for me if both had their contribution to the conversation.

Whereas I had also had the feeling with all the women I had met recently that they were less interested in me and more interested in my influence. With Kariss I had not thought about it. For the first time in ages. She was interested in sports and in just that side of me. And interested in me as a person.

I opened my eyes slowly and saw her standing next to the bed. She was wearing only her underwear and probably gathering her clothes.

"Morning.", I grumbled and saw her immediately tense up. She covered her body as best she could with her clothes.

"I'm sorry." she mumbled.

"What are you talking about?", I frowned.

"We shouldn't have done that," her voice quivered.

"Sleep? I don't understand what you're talking about."

"We didn't...?" she gasped nervously.

"Oh God, no. No we didn't!", I laughed, now understanding why she was so tense.

"But why am I here? I mean...?"

"We were both pretty drunk and I had no idea what room you were in. But you didn't really know anymore either and kept messing up the numbers wrong, so I brought you here. The bed is big enough, we just slept here," I said and pushed myself up out of the bed.

She was shaking all over "I went to the bathroom yesterday and when I came back you were already asleep".

My gaze slid down her body. She still had her back turned to me. I felt hot and cold. I had wanted to sleep with her. Just the thought of her lying next to me had made it hard for me to fall asleep yesterday.

She was incredibly beautiful and seeing her now so half-naked didn't make my mental carousel any better. I really had to pull myself together, as I had done tonight. I hadn't wanted to go too far. No matter how much I had wanted to. It was hard for me, but I didn't want to put her in trouble, didn't want to make her be in an unpleasant situation.

Still, I took that steps away from the bed now and stopped beside her. I could feel how tense she was. How uncomfortable she was with all of this.

"I'm going to the bathroom. Then you can get dressed in peace and...see you at breakfast?"

"I don't know." she gasped, not even daring to look to the side.

I regarded her for another moment, then disappeared into the bathroom.

I didn't want to keep her trapped in this situation any longer, which she was so obviously uncomfortable with. And as I closed the door behind me, I wondered if she was uncomfortable because it was me or because she had been afraid she had cheated on her boyfriend. Which I was almost certain he did nothing else.