I scratch out my name and phone number. I place my hand on her back to make sure she’s breathing before I make my way to her front door. Her keys are hanging in their place by the door. Knowing I can’t lock her top lock unless I take her keys with me, I open the front door, lock the bottom, and head to my truck.
Thank fuck tomorrow is Sunday. Hopefully, there won’t be any more catastrophes that need to be taken care of and I can work on my house.
I bought forty acres for a steal a year ago and have been slowly building a log cabin home. The inside is nearly finished. It just needs some finishing touches throughout, mainly baseboards and trim. Now that it’s mostly done, I’ve been working on the land. The driveway is all woods as you come up to it, but the yard is what needs the most work. With all the trucks coming and going, there was no use working on the lawn until they were done. It’s something I’ll be working on come spring time.
I wanted the yard done before fall hit but didn’t have much luck. I pull up to my home and instantly relax.
As much as I wanted to stay with Aubrey, I knew it would freak her out. We barely even met.
I’m really fucking hopeful she’ll text me tomorrow when she wakes up. I hop out of my truck and am greeted by my golden retriever, Axe. He’s been by my side for four years now. He has a doggie door and comes and goes as he pleases.
I pet him for a while and then I make my way into the house. I stripped in the laundry room that’s right off the outdoor garage. This house is a two story, and the garage is basically a pole type barn. I wanted to be able to throw my clothes in the wash if I came home from a long day and not traipse shit into the house.
After stripping, I head for the master bedroom, not even turning a light on in the house. I know exactly where everything is, and it’ll just be an extra task when I get through.
Once I’m in the bathroom, I turn the water on, thankful that I upgraded to that tankless water heater and don’t have to wait for it to heat up, before I step in.
My cock is rock hard, but I ignore it. I’m too fucking tired to deal with it throbbing and wanting to be inside Aubrey.
“Fuck,” I exhale out. I soap up my body and then rinse off. I turn the water off and grab a towel.
Drying myself, I go to my phone that I haphazardly threw on the bed, pick it up and charge it.
I crawl into bed and close my eyes, hoping like fuck a pretty auburn beauty calls me.
Chapter 6
Aubrey
I wake up and I’m still in the clothes I wore out to the bar last night, the only thing missing are my shoes. When I roll over, I see a glass of water on my table beside the bed. I turn on the light and notice a name and phone number on a piece of paper.
I flop back on my pillows, reading the note as everything comes to me. I see Cade is his name and it all comes back to me. It wasn’t a dream. He carried me out of the bar and to his truck. He did the exact same thing when we got back to my apartment.
This is all so embarrassing. I never drink that much, but last night I did, and I did it on an empty stomach on top of that. How stupid of me.
I look at my clock on the dresser and notice it’s only eight in the morning. It’s too early to call or text him with an apology and my thanks.
I decide instead to get up and make a hot cup of earl grey tea. I was drinking so much coffee during college the doctor said I need to scale it back or quit coffee all together. I switched to having one cup of hot tea a day and the jitters I was getting so bad during exam time went away.
I look at myself in the mirror in my living room and nearly jump out of my skin. The mascara and eye liner I put on last night is smeared, and not to mention my hair is sticking up every which way.
I guess that means after my tea, I’m going to have to tame the wild beast that is my hair, and then maybe it’ll be late enough to call Cade.
With that last thought in mind, I go to the front door and see my keys are hanging up and that the bottom lock on the door is locked. I smile as I unlock it to grab the Sunday newspaper.