“I’d like to think you wouldn’t do that to me, but then I remember who you are and what we are to each other. I guess our deal is back on. Unfortunately, you have already had your hour of fun, and my head hurts anyway. So, I’ll see you next week.”
I turn away from him, hoping he’ll simply leave, but like everything involving Quinton, nothing is easy.
“You can’t really count the bathroom sex as an hour. That was a quickie, ten minutes at best. You still owe me most of that hour.”
I roll back over onto my back to look at him. “My head really does hurt, okay? Have you seen my face?” I point at my eye. “Please, just let me sleep. I’ll give you a full hour tomorrow night, okay?” I’m probably going to regret this later, but right now, I just want to sleep.
“Fine. I’ll be back tomorrow to collect.”
“Great…” I pull my blanket closer to my chest.
Quinton gets up from my bed and walks out of my room without another word.
Yeah, I definitely will regret giving him another hour tomorrow.