HIM
a bear stance with a semi-quiet thud. I grimace as I freeze again and close my eyes. The dude is still snoring, so I open my eyes and notice that I'm fully clothed. A sigh of relief washes over my body, knowing I didn't have sex with anyone last night.I rise to my feet against the wall, in stealth mode. The guy's back is toward me, so I tiptoe around the bed toward the door. I notice my small brown leather crossbody purse that only fits my phone and a few credit cards, is lying on the floor; I grab it and reach for the door handle. I close my eyes as I slowly turn the knob. I hear a faint moan, I freeze, and my eyes go wide. It's a female moan. What in the fuck? I take a deep breath, quietly release it, then calmly look back over my shoulder toward the bed. On it, I see Jason and some random chick that I don't recognize at all. Thankfully, his naked body is partly covered, but she's spread eagle, five-star positioned across the bed. Tits and lady bits are just hanging there, airing out, I suppose.
I giggle, and quickly but quietly let myself out. I cup my hands to my mouth in the open area outside the bedroom and let out an almost full-blown laugh at the sight I just saw. After I collect myself, I look around to notice that I'm in the basement. Jason's room must be the only one down here.
The light of the morning or afternoon sun, whichever it may be, shines through the windows and shows a living room type area. A huge flat-screen TV and a large leather sectional sofa take up most of the space here. A few gun racks on the wall, baseball bats and hockey sticks piled in one corner, and a bookshelf thing full of DVDs and Blu-ray discs in the other. Just off the staircase is a small laundry room-not a bad set up for a dude.
I head upstairs into the actual living room. A smaller flat screen is resting above the fireplace, two couches plus a recliner display at random in the space. The one couch must pull out into a bed because Bridget and a guy I recognize from my dad's shop are canoodling upon it. Man, she sure gets around. A guy is sprawled out on the other couch, and Nikki is in the chair. I make my way to the door and let myself out.
The sun is just about overhead, so it must be damn near noon. The fire pit is still smoldering some from last night, but I don't remember Jason having ever lit it. I come to the edge of the house and step onto the driveway. I begin walking down it toward the garage. I peer in the opposite direction toward where the pole barn is and forgot that I went there last night looking for Luke while hammered. He wasn't there, and when I called him, some woman answered his phone.
I continue past the garage and down the driveway toward my car, thinking about my call to Luke last night. Who was the woman who answered his phone, and where is he? I wipe under my eyes as I'm sure my makeup looks ratchet from all the crying last night. My fingers have black streaks on them when I return them from my face. I pull my phone out, but of course, it's completely dead, so I put it back in my purse. I reach my car, fumbling for my keys. I hear a low growl from the exhaust of a car, and my body flows with tingly butterflies in the hopes that it's Luke driving down the driveway in his Charger.
A car appears, but it's not Luke. I give the guy in the newer Chevy truck a half-hearted smile then get into my vehicle. I sit there for a moment staring off into space. I burst into tears and lay my head on my steering wheel. I let out a sigh and start my car.
A knock at my window startles me from my pity session. I look up to see that it's Jason, standing there in just pants, no shirt, and barefoot. I roll down my window.
"Alicat, are you ghosting me now?" he says in all seriousness.
I am confused as hell by his comment and the blank expression on his face. I open my mouth to ask him what the fuck he means. However, before I can utter a single word, he blurts out.
"You sleep with me then leave. I'm crushed!" he bursts out laughing in the most resonant belly laugh that I've heard from him in forever.
I glare at him and tell him to fuck off. Then, I start laughing myself as he had me going for a second there.
"Let's go get some breakfast," he takes a moment from his laughter to say.
"Um, I'm pretty sure it's lunchtime now, Jay," I reply as I squint to look up at him.
"Well, whatever, let me go grab some shoes," he states as he takes off back to his house in a little jog.
"And a shirt!" I yell.
Chapter Seventy-Four
Jason hops in the passenger seat of my car, fully clothed. His face is a bit scruffy with a chin full of more than a five o'clock shadow. Although he looks quite hot. He can rock out any outfit he wears. The only other person I know who can pull that off is Luke. Good thing I was able to salvage some of my makeup and apply new lip gloss when he ran back into the house.
Jason plays with my radio, and I'm suddenly brought into some crazy deja vu feeling as I vaguely remember a moment like this one with him from back in our High School days. He was once my best friend, and we did everything together. He smiles at me as he turns up the volume to