13

Phoebe

I didn’t know what to expect the next morning. I woke up feeling awkward about everything, but I didn’t have a chance to reveal that. He was already gone. I smothered my disappointment and got out of his bed with a sigh. Moving through the adjoining door, currently unlocked, to the lady’s room, I took a quick shower and dressed in casual clothes.

When I went downstairs, I smelled coffee. I assumed he’d just have the coffeemaker going automatically and would already be headed to work, so I was surprised to see him in the kitchen, preparing pancakes. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Uh, hi.” Suddenly, all I could think about was that his mouth had been pretty much everywhere all over my body, and he’d been inside me. How did I pretend to be blasé about that?

He gave me a gentle smile, as though he understood. He patted the counter near where he cooked, indicating I should take a seat at the barstool. I did, still feeling shy. “It smells good.”

“Thanks.” He nodded to an e