Cuddler
"He's still there?"
"Yes." I whisper quietly into the phone as I stand in my bedroom doorway, staring down at the rumpled mess of bedsheets. Oh, and the gorgeous, naked quasi-stranger I brought home from the party last night. He's stark naked and sprawled out on his back across my bed. Sideways.
"Wait. It's like ten. He's still asleep?"
"Yes!" I'm stage whispering now, hoping to wake him, but nothing.
"Are you sure he isn't dead?"
"No, he isn't dead!" I don't tell her that a certain appendage of his could pass for being in the early stages of rigor mortis. Scha-wing! Of course he chooses this moment to stir. "I gotta go, Alice!" I quickly hang up and walk further into the room. "Morning."
He makes an unintelligible sound of acknowledgement and scoots to the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees and cradling his head. I bet it's pounding like a bass drum. "Where am I?"
"So you don't remember any of it, huh?" He shakes his head and I settle down on the end of the bed so we're perpendicular to one another. Unable to help myself, I tease him. "Ten points for bravery. You didn't seem to mind at all that we had no condoms and I'm not on birth control."
So that's what people mean when they say color drains from a face.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ." He covers his face with both hands and groans, but quickly grabs the sheet and covers himself when he realizes he's naked. "Uh, my clothes...?"
"You threw em off the balcony last night." He stares blankly at me. "Right before you told me my sheets were the most sensual thing your skin had ever felt and begged me to let you hold me. Then you passed out." I nod to where his clothes lie folded on the nightstand. "I went down this morning and got em."
He straightens a little and motions between us. "I passed out? Wait, so we didn't...?"
I smile. "No."
"So there's no way you could be...?"
I stand and head back out the door, turning just outside the doorway. "No, I can't be. I gotta go to work now, but feel free to take your time getting dressed. There's Motrin in the medicine cabinet."
He nods and gives me a small smirk. It's unfairly sexy under the circumstances. "Thanks. Do you mind if I call a cab?"
I grin. "Don't bother. Just take the elevator down to the fifth floor."
Realization dawns on him and I tap the doorway. "See ya, Edward."
~o~
When I get home, there's a sticky note on the outside of my door.
Was I at least a good cuddler? Like an honorable mention even?
206-555-0909
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Written by: Jadalulu (Judge)
Prompt: (801): Was I at least a good cuddler? Like at least honorable mention?