I push my way into the bathroom, completely unaware of my surroundings until it’s too late. The door closes behind me which is when I realize that I just barged my way in here right in front of Tora. I groan to myself. I can only imagine what she just saw. Hell, my bra strap is falling off my shoulder, my thong is crooked, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s mascara smudged all over my face.
I step in front of the mirror to find my hair an absolute mess, my body covered in love bites courtesy of Tyson, and my thong on inside out. Just fucking great. I look like a prostitute who just finished work for the night, but what’s worse is knowing that it’s only going to take Tora a few more steps to know exactly what…or who, I did last night.
I let out a sigh before leaning forward on the sink. What have I done? How could I be so reckless? I’m really going to hate myself if I just threw away my future because of a ridiculous decision to get naked with a good-looking boy.
I rinse water over my face and try to clean the smudged mascara from under my eyes when I smell the distinct smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. It kicks me into gear and I get myself sorted out. I pee and find myself some deodorant. I’d love nothing more than to have a shower and put this morning behind me, but it’ll have to wait until I get home. As much as I love Tora and Brooke, what I need most is to get out of this house. Besides, I can’t risk having Tyson come down here in an attempt to join me because I know that without a doubt, I’ll cave to his will.
Damn it, why am I so weak when it comes to him? My heart races and I need his touch more than anything else in this world. He’s a drug to me; he gets me high and when he’s gone, I come crashing back down. It’s not healthy. I need to get myself as far away from him as possible.
I creep out of the bathroom and don’t hear a sound, so I go as quietly as possible I glance around with an ashamed cringe, utterly disgusted in myself. Though I regret it with every fiber in my body, I can’t deny that it was explosive. Just the memory of how he makes my body come alive is enough to satisfy me until the end of time.
Now, where the hell are my clothes? I begin creeping closer to the couch, searching as I go when I realize that Tyson is nowhere to be seen. Relief floods me. “Oh, thank God, he’s gone,” I sigh, letting my shoulders droop.
I walk forward and scoop my clothes up off the floor, no longer bothering about being quiet. I pull my shirt over my head and am just straightening my skirt when I hear the sound of a mug being placed down on the kitchen counter.
Oh, fuck no. That better not be Tyson.
My eyes widen in horror as my head whips towards the kitchen to find a very smug Tora staring back at me. She leans back against the counter, crossing one leg over the other as the corner of her lip curves up into a grin. Her eyes glisten with laughter.
Shit. She knows exactly what I got up to last night and I don’t doubt that the way she worked it out was from seeing his naked ass staring up at her from her couch.
I avoid looking at Tora at all costs as I collect my things and start beelining for the door. “I don’t want to hear a single word about it,” I grumble, scrunching my face up while knowing that by tonight, all my friends will know about this. Though maybe they already do. I told Courtney about my screwed up non-relationship with him nearly a year ago, and Elle and Jackson kind of fumbled into a paintball shed and got front row tickets to the show.
“Wasn’t going to,” Tora says casually but there’s more than enough laughter in her tone to let me know exactly what she thinks of this.
“Good,” I grunt, pulling the door open and stepping through. “Love you.”
I close the door behind me but it does nothing to block out the sound of her howling laughter on the other side. This is so not good.
I turn my phone around to see the screen and with a resigned sigh, I bring up the one number I really don’t want to call right now.
It rings twice before the call gets accepted. “Hey, Bry. Where have you been? You didn’t come home last night.”
“Hey, mom,” I say as the embarrassment nearly gets the best of me. “Can you come and get me? I’m at Tora’s new place.”
Mom agrees with a laugh of her own and I start making my way down the road, wanting to put a little distance between me and that couch.
Mom shows up ten minutes later and I climb into her car while doing my best to avoid eye contact. She’s not stupid, she knows that was a walk of shame, and I don’t doubt she clocked the love bites on my neck the second I opened the door. Luckily for me, she chooses to keep quiet about it. She’s all about me being an adult and learning from my mistakes.
Mom pulls away from the curb and takes me home as I try to rid the memories from my head. We get home in no time and as soon as I step through the doors, I race up to my bathroom, more than ready to scrub myself clean in a hot shower.
It’s not until I’m stepping out and wrapping my wet hair in a towel that I realize I never took a second to search out evidence of a condom.
Chapter 6
Tyson
Chilled water pours down over the back of my head and I suck in a breath as I scramble off the couch. I blink hard, trying to force myself awake. “What the hell?” I demand, looking at Tora who’s watching me with an impressed amusement on her face.
She grins wide as her eyes drop down my body. “Dude, your junk is hanging out.”
My head snaps down and sure enough, there’s my dick wiggling around, loud and fucking proud. My eyes bulge out of my head as I do my best to cover myself up, but it’s really not that easy. I’m not going to lie, I’m working with a fucking beast down there. “Sorry,” I say with a grin, realizing that with the way I shot up off the couch, my dick would have been windmilling around. “It was a big night. I guess I crashed on your couch.”
“I guess you did,” Tora replies. “Tell me, did your night happen to involve screwing over any of my best friends?”
Huh? Screwing over one of her friends? Surely she knows I’m not like that. I’m more than happy to fuck around with random chicks at parties to keep my mind off the one girl I can’t have, but then…that certainly wasn’t the case last night, though I wouldn’t call it screwing her over, more like giving in to our deepest desires until she was screaming my name and digging those nails into my back.
Memories begin to come back as I find myself grinning like a fucking idiot, completely unable to keep my cool. We both had drunk way too much, and usually, I’m not the kind to sleep with a girl who’s had too much to drink, but where Brylee is concerned, all rational thought goes out the window.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Tora continues. “Bry is currently in the bathroom regretting her choices so I suggest if you want to avoid the awkward morning after conversation, you scram.”
Fuck, she’s still here?
I consider my options. I can go in there, knowing she’s regretting what we did and risk her telling me to fuck off, or I can leave now and give her the space she needs to come to terms with the fact that she can’t resist me. Despite my better judgment, I’ll take option two.
I give Tora a grateful smile before finding my jeans and pulling them on. I grab my shirt which is over by the coffee table and make my way out the door with a heavy heart. I’d do anything to be able to talk this through with her right now and remind her that she should be with me, but it’s a lost cause, I don’t think she’s ever going to come around.