That Bitch..

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Yep. I did it. i slept with him - twice. I was proud of myself. I always thought, that if i will have sex with somebody, who is not committed to me,it will make me a whore. Well i did not feel like whore - i felt great. I took my shower and as i was doing my makeup I liked myself more and more.

I did not wear that much makeup when I was with Peter. I kind of stopped to care about my appearance after we celebrated out first anniversary. I was comfortable. I had my boyfriend and that was it.. I should visit the hair dresser again - it's been awhile. Peter liked my hair natural - no dark, no blond - the color of the grey mouse.

I took my bag and met Max downstairs. He was on the phone sitting in the lounge chair. When he saw me, he hanged up.

"You ready?" His smile just melted my heart. I spend the all way to the bus station just thinking about the last night. Will I see him again? I wanted to, but I'm not going to give him my number if he will not ask for it. He spend most of the time on his cell talking to business..some serious business.

When we parked on the parking lot in front of the bus station, he put his cell down.  What to say? Should I give him a kiss?

"We made it." He said looking at me. Yeah. And we did it too - so ask for my number..

"Have a safe trip home. Hopefully there is not snowing or no accident on the way." Hmm..keep talking Max.

"Do you have everything?" He looked on the backseat at my bag and coat.

"Do you?" I raised my eyebrows. He did laughed and shook his head.

"Do you want me to ask your number and than never call or do you want to leave it just like that."

What did he say? It was way too early in the morning for me to process information well. It took me couple of minutes but i got it.

"O.k. Let's leave it just like that then..I better go so I do not miss my bus again." Asshole!!  I could not believe that he said that. I reached for my bag and coat. He put his hand around my waist and pulled me closer so he could kiss me. I was angry couple seconds before, but now I was high again. We were kissing for some time..

I left his car feeling like I'm walking on the pillows.It was freezing, but i felt hot. When I sat on my reserved seat in the bus, i realized that he really meant what he said - he did not asked for my number.

I tried to not think about him, but it was impossible. There was a big traffic on the way so i spend extra hour and half locked in the bus. I was replaying the our night, our dinner..the day we met. I wanted to sleep with him and I did it, so move on Michaela..He don't want to see you again - he said that, he did not use those words, but basically it was what he meant.