House Number 1402

Well, Shit

Waking up on my living room floor, completely naked, with no blanket was not pleasant. The rough fabric of our thin carpet brushed against my back in a very unforgiving manner. I made a move to roll my body off of it, but immediately stopped when pain erupted from . . . well . . . everywhere.  

Every single muscle in my body was on fire. I guess that's what I get for having insane animal sex on the floor. Not exactly my best idea, but at the same time, the best idea I ever had.  

A small, deep sigh to my left caught my attention. I rolled my head to the side and came face to face with the most beautiful man alive, Jackson.  

It was like seeing him for the first time, I began noticing things that I never had. His dark brown hair was sticking up all over the place and his face looked so relaxed and content. I allowed my eyes to really drink in his features. I finally noticed his perfectly square jaw, the way his face seemed clear of any imperfection, and how plump yet masculine his lips were.  

Everything about him was amazing. I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed any of this before. I had always known that he was handsome, sexy even, but it was like someone had taken a highlighter and lit up all the places I had passed over. I felt like my vision had been cloudy my whole life and was finally clear.  

My moment of serenity was soon squashed my reality. I had just slept with Jackson, a guy I hadn't even know for a whole month. I had prided myself on not being easy, and then I practically ordered him to have sex with me.  

What if everything he had done was just a ploy to get into my pants? Had I just let my guard down only to be smashed by his rejection? 

He let out another sigh and his breath fanned over my face, caressing every inch of it. A shiver ran through my body causing goose bumps to erupt all over my flesh. I knew right then that I was in trouble. My body had never reacted that way for anyone, but it was for him. Was it possible that I was falling in love with someone that I had just met?  

I turned my face towards the ceiling and blew out a long breath while running my hands through my tangled hair. It was too much for me to handle, a reality punch directly into my gut. I didn't feel like I had made a mistake, but my rational side was screaming mean things at me.  

Way-to-go Sadie, gave it up pretty easy.  

Awesome way to act like a slut. 

Sure hope you got thick skin, cause that boy is gonna run so fast.  

Shut up inner me, I scolded myself.  

"What are you thinking?" Jackson's deep, sleep filled voice sounded from beside me.  

I turned my head to the side and quietly answered, "Nothing." 

"Lie," he replied quickly.  

My heart beat picked up to a very rapid pace and my breathing felt constricted. The whole weight of my actions crashed down onto me, and I began to panic.  

I stood up quickly and snatched my sweat pants off the floor. I stumbled around the room, trying to cover myself while wildly searching for my top. I needed to cover myself up, I felt too exposed, too vulnerable. If this was seriously only a one-time thing, I knew I could handle his rejection better if I was clothed. At least that's was what I was telling myself.  

"Sadie are you ok?" He asked.  

"Hmm? Oh yeah, super fine," I mumbled, refusing to turn around and face him. I wasn't ready yet, I just needed my shirt, I refused to be the girl who got dumped while she was practically naked.