And by morning I’d never have to see Grace again.
I always slepton my back.
And most times I slept with my hands behind my head.
I figured a part of my brain made my body simply rest out of necessity. If it were up to me, I’d never sleep. I’d rather be on the ice. Or watching film. Or working on save strategies. When I was younger, the whole idea of waking up in the middle of the night to practice or travel never bothered me one bit.
When my eyes opened that next morning, I took a deep breath and moved my hands from behind my head.
I heard a little bit of a sigh and I froze.
I curled my lip when my left hand touched something.
Wait…
Someone.
I mouthedah, shitand looked down to see Grace curled up next to my body.
The covers pulled up to her shoulder.
She looked sweet. Cute. Beautiful.
I thought about all the moves she had with her hands, her hips…her mouth.
Was there temptation for a repeat this morning?
Of course there was.
Reality suggested otherwise.
The reality was that Grace should have been gone by now.
That was the plan.
I’d wake up to an empty bed.
And even if Grace had felt bold and left behind her number or something that indicated she wanted me to contact her, one swipe of my hand and it would fall into the trash.
I inched myself to the edge of the bed.
First things first, I needed to pee.
I also had some raging morning wood.
That was a combination of needing to pee and waking up next to a beautiful, naked woman.
It also meant that when I got out of the bed and got to the bathroom, I had to stand there and wait for things to calm down somewhat so I could focus and aim.
Side note -when I exited my bed, I made sure to shake the fucking thing like there was an earthquake.
The sole reason being I needed Grace to wake up on her own and realize she was supposed to be gone.
Then she’d bolt and we’d never have to talk again.
So I hung around in the bathroom while my morning wood slowly decided to give up its powerful hold.
I managed to take a piss, then paused in front of the mirror.