Or maybe I felt strange because I was a little regretful that this was just a hookup. Maybe I did actually wish that I could start something with her. I wasn’t ready for something like that though. The thought of opening myself up to another person after what Max did to me, it’d be emotional suicide. Especially with someone as smooth and sensual as Melany. I was certain that our evening out was just part of her usual routine.
“This is me,” I said, and she pulled over. I could see a bluish light flashing from behind the curtains of the living room window—Monica playing a game.
“I had a great night,” Melany said with a smile. “I’d love to do this again sometime.”
I smiled back apologetically. “I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking this would be anything more than a one-time thing.”
“Right,” she said. She seemed disappointed, which surprised me. Was this how she was with everyone she slept with? “Okay, sure. Well, I hope you don’t mind if I come by to hear you play again?”
I shook my head. “No, of course not. Thanks for the encouragement, Melany. It really meant a lot to me.”
“Sure thing.”
“Well, bye.” I slipped out of the car and hurried up to the front door. Melany waited until I was inside, and then drove way. Monica was on the couch, eyes glued to the TV.
“‘Sup,” she grunted as I crossed in front of the TV to peek out of the living room window.
“Well, that was something,” I said, sitting down on the couch next to Monica.
“What, that triple kill? You know I’m a fuckin’ boss.”
“No, what just happened to me.”
“You went to dinner with a girl who watched you drumming.” She jerked up straight. “Oh, shit. No way. You guys… are in love?”
There was an explosion on the TV, and Monica’s character somersaulted through the air. “You Died” appeared at the bottom of the screen.
I shot her a baffled look. “What? No. No, we hooked up.”
“Oh,” she said, sinking back in the couch. “Damn. Congrats. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“Seven months. Not since my ex, Max.”
“Uh-huh. Right on. You’re officially getting more action than me. I haven’t gotten any in like, a century. So, you guys gonna keep fuckin’, or what?”
“No,” I said quickly. “It was just a one-time thing.”
“Gotcha. Well, it’s good to hear you’re out of your dry spell. I know you were having a hard time. Give me a high five.” She held out her hand. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging. Okay, at least give me the fist bump.”
I sighed and bumped Monica’s fist. “I’m going to bed. I’m going to go back and play at the Riverwalk again tomorrow.”
“Right on. Goodnight.”
After taking a shower, I went to my room and slid into bed. When I closed my eyes, I could see Melany. I could smell the scent of her, taste her on my tongue, and I could still feel the way she’d touched me. My body was still tingling from the orgasm. Are you sure you don’t want her again?
I quickly pushed the thought of my mind. It was just a one-time thing. I’ve got so much else to think about. This is just the start of things.
Before I finally drifted off into sleep, I could only think about Melany.
4
Melany
None of this made any fucking sense. After dropping Kendra off,
I ended up sitting on the couch where we’d fucked, staring at the wall with my chin in my palm. I couldn't stop thinking about her.
She was just a hookup, so why couldn’t I stop thinking about her?