“Nobody,” Maverick said. “I mean, I wasn’t talking at all.”
See how easy it was to lie?
“I guess I’m hearing voices then,” I said.
“Well… wait…”
“Wait for what?” I asked.
“I thought we… you know…”
“I’m not supposed to be here, right?”
Maverick shrugged his shoulders.
“Trust me, Maverick, I’m leaving,” I said.
“Ah, fuck, sweetie, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Fine, I did,” Maverick said.
“Which is why I’m leaving.”
“You said that already,” Maverick said. “More than once actually.”
“What’s your point?”
“You’re just standing there in your bra and panties.”
“You’re standing there with your hands covering your dick.”
“It’s my apartment,” he said.
I opened my mouth but had nothing.
He got me there.
And he was right.
I kept repeating that I was leaving.
But I stood there half naked.
This was not like me at all.
I knew the rules of a good one-night stand.
First off, spending the night?
No, thanks.
Second, lingering around in my bra and panties, secretly debating if I should just walk back into the bedroom and move Maverick’s hands, drop to my knees and make him my breakfast?
Do not even actually think about it.
“I’m going to leave for real,” I said. “Do me a favor. Before you get back to telling the bed how good I am in bed, let me get out of here first. It makes you look crazy and it leaves me tempted.”