MINE

Chapter 4 - Things Look Different in the Morning

"Boy, you think that you know me

Oh, but you can't see my lonely heart

Things look different in the mornin', oh

That's when we find out who we are

Would you still want me?

Without no makeup on my face

Without alcohol in your veins?

Oh, would you baby?"

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So.... Turns out I couldn't sleep after all.

As I was lying there with my head on Nick's chest, I started thinking about all these things. Like how did this happen? What the fuck is wrong with me that I didn't even remember what a condom is?

I'm usually not that careless. I'm always thinking about risks and consequences, trying to calculate what's the best move to make to have minimal damage. I have to be.

But last night all I could do was live in the moment. I think that's why I was feeling so light and happy. Nick made me not worry. The last time I can remember ever having that feeling was when I was a little kid. Children are so blessed with carelessness. They just do stuff and figure out how to do things as they go, one step at a time.

And then I started thinking about every detail of what happened. The way my skin caught on fire the moment he touched my neck for the first time. How perfect his lips felt against my own. The trembling inside my stomach and the tightness in my chest from the way he was looking at me.

Next, I remembered how good his dick felt inside me and how quickly he made me come so hard I thought I was going to pass out. And that's when I realized we weren't alone in the house. Mike's room is right next to Nick's and I'm pretty sure he and Anna could hear us if they were awake. Hell, we probably woke them up....

So, I decided to leave right away, since the sun was completely up now. I wasn't taking the chance of having an awkward run-in with them in the kitchen. I got up from the bed, moving as slowly and making as little noises as I possibly could. I got dressed, put my messy hair in a bun, and before I left, I turned to take a last look at Nick's face. He looked peaceful with his mouth slightly open, his chest rising and falling lightly, and I felt an insane need to kiss him. But I didn't want to wake him up. I was scared of how the dynamic would be between us now. I was feeling a lot of things, and I'm not the best at discerning my feelings. I needed some time to process all of this.

Now I'm walking home, feeling the sun on my face and breathing the fresh morning air. It's a beautiful winter day and I'm thanking all the gods I can think of for the fact that I don't have to work today. Also, because my house is just a couple of blocks away from Mike's.

When I get home, I go through my pockets looking for my keys and can't find them.

"Fuck!" I say in a frustrated muffled yell.

The door suddenly opens, and I see my roommate Helen in her yoga pants and a tank top.

"Hey girl!" she greets me with a wide smile.

"Oh Hel thank god you're up!"

My nickname for her is ironic, cause she's the opposite of hell or anything evil related. The girl is studying to be a nurse, specifically to care for the elderly in nursing homes, she's a restaurant hostess six nights a week, plus she volunteers at a local animal shelter. She always cooks extra food for me when she's cooking for her, despite the fact that I already asked her a million times to stop, to which she always replies "But I worry about your health... You don't eat enough!". The last conversation we had about it she said, "Think of it as a favor to me, so I don't have to worry, ok?"