Word has it that opposites attract. Jessica Keith would give the pithy expression two middle fingers because a wild party girl like her and the prim do-gooder, Matthew Parkinson are opposites hopeless to attract, let alone breathe the same air.
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Jessica
I stared at the wall of my bedroom. I've been awake for about half an hour, refusing to move because I might burst the bubble.
Please, don't regret it.
Please, don't say it was a mistake.
Matthew shifted behind me. I held my breath. I thought he was waking up, but he just pulled me closer to his chest and then sighed in his sleep.
I couldn't help but smile. I never peg Matthew for a cuddler.
Sure, there's still the dread lurking in the back of my mind, but for a second, I just let myself sink into our happy quicksand. There's only Matthew's arm around me, his chest against my back, and his breath on my hair.
My phone buzzed on my nightstand. I grabbed it immediately in fear of Matthew waking up from the buzzing.
I scratched my eyes, thinking I was seeing Harper's text message on my screen. She needed to talk and she's now in my apartment building.
She's on my approval list, so I'm pretty sure they're going to send her up.
My blood ran cold. I slowly wiggled my way out of Matthew's arm, grabbed a shirt off the floor, and buttoned it up on my way to the front door. All I know is that, if she comes to my apartment with Matthew still here, it'll be a very awkward situation.
Matthew and I haven't even fully absorbed what happened last night. We can't deal with Harper. Not right now. Not until I know for sure last night wasn't just some sort of spontaneous thing. That I wasn't just some mistake.
I popped my head out of the front door. Just then, the elevator opened, and Harper walked down the hall.
"Jessica?" She took two steps at a time when she saw me.
I sighed, mustering my courage. I gently closed the door behind me.
Her eyes glided from my head down to my bare feet. I know she gets the whole story by looking at me. I was wearing a shirt that wasn't mine, I had a muss of after-sex hair, and I'm pretty sure it was obvious that I wasn't wearing anything other than this shirt.
I simply did not have the time to grab anything else from the floor, thank you very much.
"I can explain," I blurted out. I struggled to find the words to say, failing mightily. I cursed instead. "I don't know what to say. This is so screwed up. I'm sorry. Matthew is in my bed right now and I—"
"Jessica, stop." She shakes her head urgently.
I continued to gush on. "No. You don't understand I just—"
"Jess, the girls made me do it!" The words spouted out of her in one breath.
