Chapter 4
Chapter Four
BARRETT
S he closes the bathroom door behind her, and I snap back to my senses so fast it makes the world spin.
What the actual fuck…
What the hell am I doing?
Kissing Wren outside the honky-tonk was bad enough. Everything we just did against the wall was…
Well, it was incredible, but also unwise. Exceedingly unwise. So unwise, I can’t fully assimilate the un-wisdom of it at the moment.
All I know is that I have to get out of here before things take a turn for the worse again. She doesn’t hate me right now. She seems fairly happy with me, in fact, despite the raunchy things that have been spewing from my mouth for the past twenty or thirty minutes.
I head for the door, closing it quietly behind me and jogging toward the end of the driveway.
Best to make a break for it now and touch base with her in the morning.
In the morning, this will all make sense.
Or if it doesn’t make sense, at least I’ll have the sobering influence of the sun outside my window, reminding me I’m not some reckless dude bro who gets swept up in chemistry and forgets that actions have consequences.
Wren is my employee and my friend. She’s someone I depend on, who knows my business in a way even I don’t and helps me talk through difficult diagnoses and never lets me forget a relative’s birthday, and I might have just put all of that at risk for what?
An orgasm?
The best orgasm. The orgasm to end all orgasms. The one little death to rule them all.
Ignoring the inner voice—it’s clearly in league with my equally traitorous and irresponsible dick—I run faster, passing the sign Wren shot a hole in and pushing toward town.
I have to get home and get my head in order. Hopefully, after a good night’s sleep and a few cups of coffee tomorrow morning, the best way forward will present itself.
It has to.
I can’t lose Wren. The thought of it is enough to send a cramp through my stomach, a cramp that lingers all the way home, a bad omen promising that I’ve fucked around and I’m about to find out.