Darkness of the fall sky still filling the room. I looked beside me to see Brian still fast asleep, breathing softly. My mind replaying what had just previously happened over and over again. Sobering thoughts started to fill my head and a wave of panic started to hit me. What if someone had heard? What if someone saw anything? We didn't exactly think this one through, carrying out said antics under my parents roof - although the whiskey could be partially to blame, it definitely wouldn't soften the blow of what had just happened to anybody. I had to leave the room ASAP, everyone had to still be asleep so I had to make my exit as quietly as I could.
Tip toeing around the room searching for my clothes as smoothly as I could, I began to gather my clothes and put them on whilst walking towards the door. I pressed my ear up against the door to try and work out if anyone was awake, after hearing nothing from the other side besides the dead of night, I slowly opened it, peering my head out into the hallway before creeping out. I continued tip toeing towards my bedroom, and as I entered my room a flood of safeness surged my body. My night had ended exactly how I wanted it to, yet now that it had actually happened I had no idea how I was supposed to act afterwards. All I knew was breakfast was definitely going to be a challenging one later.
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I awoke to the smell of bacon travelling into my room and the sounds of voices coming from the floor below. The thought of facing Brian this morning was definitely making me feel a little uneasy, after all I was probably nothing more than a one night stand to him, and for a guy that isn't usually someone that you want to come face to face with over the breakfast table the next day, right? I've seen enough shows to know that. Especially whilst sat at the same table as her parents. God, Jess, what a situation you have gotten yourself into this time.
Checking my appearance in the mirror, and flattening my hair into place, I decided to finally swallow my pride and make my way downstairs.
"Good morning honey" my mom said from the kitchen, I suddenly see Q along with my dad and brothers sat at the table not too far away. Gulp.
"Morning, that smells so great" I replied smiling.
"Why don't you go and join the others at the table and I'll bring you some over when it's ready" she chirped back.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. I wasn't one to feel uncomfortable so easily, but my stomach wasn't just doing somersaults, it was doing a whole gymnastic routine. I walked over to the table and pulled out a chair opposite to Q and sat down. Doing anything in my absolute willpower to avoid eye contact.
"You look awful, are you okay?" My dad asked me.
"Yeah I'm fine" I forced a half smile back in his direction.
"How did you sleep, Q? Stay up much later after I headed to bed? I was expecting more of a hangover from you, I'm not going to lie" he laughed, finding his own joke to be a lot funnier than it actually was.
"Eh..I didn't get too much sleep, but the night was definitely worth it" he answered whilst sipping his coffee, catching me dead in the eyes.
"Well I'm glad you had a good night" dad replied, completely unaware that this guy just casually ravaged his daughter 12 hours prior.
"Oh me too, me too" Q said, again looking me in the eyes quickly with an almost smug like smirk.
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I had just gotten out of the shower, and sadly I couldn't have washed away the awkwardness that was leftover from breakfast. It's not that I didn't enjoy last night at all, I was more worried about anyone having seen anything. My nerves were starting to relax a little bit more when I realized if anyone had seen anything, it would be out in the open by now, so I decided to stop wracking my brain and walked over to my dresser to get some clothes out, when I noticed an envelope on the top of it with nothing but my name written on it. I opened the envelope to a small piece of paper with a phone number written scruffily on it. My last thought was that it was from Q. After all, he must have been drunker than I had originally thought if my dad was expecting him to have a hangover, considering when they were together those guys usually drank like there was no tomorrow. So to think for even a millisecond that he wanted more to do with me than one night of meaningless sex was completely out of thought. Until I realized that the area code was a New York number, surely just a coincidence, no?
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I was winding down after a long day, climbing back into bed when my eyes danced across the letter still sat on my dresser. I got up to retrieve the letter and pulled out my phone.
"Hey, it's Jess, you left your number on my dresser..?" I texted.
I checked my social media accounts whilst I awaited a reply and after a good ten minutes....still nothing. So I decided to put my phone down next to my head and try to get some sleep. As soon as my head hit the pillow, my phone vibrated.
"I almost thought you were avoiding me" the text read.
"Who is this?" I questioned back.
"It's Q." I stared at the short response. Of course it was. I didn't answer for what must have been 15 minutes, and I then recieved another text.
"You never said goodbye when I left earlier, I figured you felt too weird to be around me, especially when you dipped out at breakfast too"
Oh shit, busted.
"No sorry, I was just extremely hungover. Had to be somewhere." Shit, I had no logical explanation. I couldn't straight up tell the guy I psychically couldn't be around him.
"Last night was fun" he shot back almost instantly.
What do I reply to that?! I didn't want him to think that it was such a big deal to me.
"Oh yeah?" I responded. Trying to sound cool and failing.
"Definitely. I can't stop thinking about it."
"It was a pretty great night" I typed back.
"So tell me.. Would you ever want to do it again?" ....
