How
I'd ended up in his bed was a mystery. All I wanted was a cup of
coffee, maybe even a quote from the elusive man…and yet here I am. I
wonder what he thinks of me. This was probably just a one time thing
to him. Maybe even a mistake. Now he probably thinks that I'm like
all the others. Those loose women who open up their legs at the site
of him; And of course my actions has done nothing to disprove that
theory. I should probably just go. He's still asleep. Yeah I know
it may seem cowardly, and in truth, it most likely is. But I don't
want to see him when he wakes up.
The thing is He'll probably be sweet about it to; sending me off. Perhaps telling me how he enjoyed my company but this was just a one time thing, he can't afford to get involved with me, a reporter, his best friends "best friend". Understandable off course but still, it hurts. And as I walk towards the door knowing that what I'm doing will probably save me immense heart ache. I can't help but look back. And of course, that is my down fall. I know that this may just be one night, but one night with him is worth it all.
I hope