A Little Getaway: A Sherri Polo Adventure

Ch. 17 The Morning After (Day Four)

Just a short update: 

Teri's POV:

It's around dusk when I wake up. Sometime during the night we separated and she is now asleep next to me on her stomach. My mouth is dry and I have a thumping headache. Draft beer will do that.

Her hands are folded under her head and I can see the bruise of my finger tips on her bicep.

I reach over and trace my fingers across it and then near the scratch marks on her shoulder and back. The memory of what happened in the car both excites and frightens me. I have had many intense sexual moments in my life but none were inflamed by such intimacy. I close my eyes and I can feel her inside me, sliding through my slickness, gripping my skin, harder and harder and harder...

Suddenly the thumping in my head takes priority and I'm practically desperate for some water and Advil. I quietly get out of bed, put on a pair of shorts, and make my way to the kitchen.

I walk to the fridge quietly and pull out a bottle of water and practically drink it all in one sip. As I pop two Advil in my mouth I hear my phone start buzzing.

It's Sam.

Not wanting to wake her I go out onto the patio to take the call.

Sherri's POV:

I hear the sliding door open and I open my eyes.

"Hey Sam..."

I hear her say his name and I can feel the bile build in the back of my throat. She's using the flirty voice.

After what just happened between us? She can't be serious!

I feel myself start to get furious. But then I have to tell myself to stop.

You're married I remind myself. You have a family.

But this doesn't seem to help the burning in my gut. I go to move and I feel the room spin.

Jesus Christ I think. I need water and Ibuprofen STAT.

I crawl out of bed and see she has left the bottle on the counter. I take a bottle of water out of the fridge and take two. While I'm standing there I can hear her.

Laughing.

Flirting.

It's about two in the morning in New York. So either he is drunk or just really wants to talk to her.

And despite everything it really is none of my business.

I have no say.

I go back into the bedroom and grab the things I need to take a shower. Everything over the last couple of days has been such a whirlwind. I haven't even taken a minute to think. So maybe there I can finally collect my thoughts. But the last thing I hear as I close the door is:

Well I'll see you on the 12th then. Sounds good! It's a date!

And I can almost feel my heart break.

Teri's POV:

I hang up the phone with Sam. He's a little tipsy so he didn't realize quite how early it was here. We make a plan for me to visit him and try out his new restaurant and he insists that I bring Sherri along. He has no idea how happy this makes me, but I try to down play my excitement.

When I come back in she is already up and I hear the shower. We still haven't spoken since last night so I don't want to make it awkward by joining her in the shower even though there is nothing I want more.

I decide to make breakfast instead starting with coffee. If she feels anything like I do I know she needs it.

Sherri's POV:

I come out of the bathroom wrapped in a robe and my mouth starts to water as I smell the breakfast she is cooking.  I comb my hair out and take care of it before joining her in the kitchen. She has set aside a cup of coffee and a plate for me and I just can't bring myself to face her just yet.  She smiles at me as I approach the table but it quickly fades when she sees I'm not sitting down.

"Thank you" I say as I smile at her wistfully. "I'm gonna eat on the patio."

And as I walk out I hear her mutter Fuck.