What it’s like to date a normal guy for once? Yes, Chloe thinks she’s found a normal guy.
When I woke up the next morning, I was in my own bed. Carter was next to me, stretched out on top of the covers, jeans on, a pillow squashed underneath his head. I rolled over carefully and did a self-assessment.
Foul taste in my mouth? Yep.
A little sweaty underneath the hot blankets? Oh yeah.
Knot in my stomach? Gone.
Shame of my actions? Nonexistent.
Hmmm. I felt brave enough to prop up on my elbows and look around. I was pretty certain, given his full dress and … I peeked under the covers … my own jeans and top, that we didn’t have sex. Or get even close to it, sadly. I closed my eyes and tried to remember more. The memory came fuzzy through the grip of a headache.
I’d told Carter about me and Vic. Then, I’d vomited. Apologized while … crawling to the bathroom? I winced and the man next to me rolled over. Opened his eyes and saw me, looking at him.
“Chloe.” He sat up and rubbed his face. “Good morning.”
“I slept with Vic. In Joey Plazen’s trailer.” It was like my vomit from last night. It wouldn’t stop repeatedly coming out.
He smiled. “Yes. I know. You mentioned that, several times, last night.”
“And you’re OK with that?”
He shrugged. “It’s over. Right?”
Was it over? I smiled and nodded. “Yes. Definitely.” The words sounded much more sure that I was. I was sure that I wanted it to be over. What I wasn’t as confident about was if it actually was over.