Cold Feet novel Chapter 18

RICK

I wake up and roll over. Slowly I open my eyes and wonder where I am. As I remember, I reach out my arm and find the bed empty. I feel something against the soft bedsheets and lift my head as I grasp it with my hand. It’s a note.

Good morning Sexy.

I don’t usually leave men in my bed but you looked so peaceful and I had to go. Take your time and fix yourself some breakfast and coffee or whatever. I would be nice to find you as I left you but that might be asking too much. A girl can hope though.

And if my hopes make me horny that’s okay.

If you have to go that’s fine too.

Call me later whatever you decide to do.

C.

PS. Last night was awesome.

She’d written her number and I saved it in my phone. I read the message again. Short and sweet. Last night had been awesome and I have to admit I would like to be here when she got back but that might send the wrong message as much as we would like it. Like, I don’t have a home to go home to, or my life’s too sad to go home to so I’ll just stay here.

No. Not an option. Besides if I were to stay, it might create an unspoken idea of who is dominant here. And that’s just not going to happen.

I wonder why I’m even thinking of staying. I never stay the night so I’ve already broken my rule. Not intentionally though. I fell asleep waiting for her to be sleeping deeply.

Just an excuse, I tell myself. You broke the rule. It doesn’t matter how you dress it up. And now I’m actually contemplating being here when she gets back? Why? You know your rule. One-night stands and booty calls. That’s it. Nothing long term or anything that would suggest moving towards anything long term.

I sit up and pull back the covers. I look around and see she’s draped my clothes over the dressing table stool. I get up and head into the bathroom where I shower.

Feeling fresh, I get dressed and am about to leave when I realize it would be decent to leave a message.

No. Too much. I’ll text.

I leave her message on the dressing table. It’s seems less intimate than leaving it on the bedside table. Then I send her a quick text thanking her for last night and telling her I enjoyed it too. I don’t ask her where she is and I don’t allude to meeting again. Nothing to lead her on.

She replies as I ride down the elevator.

You woke up at last ?

Yep ?

You can have breakfast. Help yourself.

Thanks, but I’ll get something on the way home. I’m late.

Okay. If I had known you have an appointment today, I would have woken you.

Thanks. I think that would have made both of us late! Good luck for today.

Thanks. Chat later. C