Chapter 28
GEORGIA
When I woke up, I was alone in bed. Mac was gone.
I wasn’t sure what to feel about that. Hurt?
We made no commitments. The opposite in fact. We’d agreed to no strings.
Glad? A little, because I wasn’t sure what to say to him. Thanks for the orgasm and I’m glad I didn’t suffocate you?
Well, I was thankful for the orgasm and I was glad I didn’t kill him with my pussy.
I giggled to myself as I stumbled into the little bathroom.
The pedestal sink wasn’t big enough to fit all of my moisturizers and makeup, so I had my case on the top of the toilet tank.
It was clear Mac hadn’t considered a woman’s morning and night routines when planning the remodel.
I saw myself in the mirror. Gasped.
“Oh!”
Now I was thrilled he’d left, hopefully while it was still dark.
The night before, I hadn’t done my nighttime routine because, well, Mac.
My makeup was still on, smeared and scary.
Raccoons had nothing on me. And my hair!
One side was flat, the other sticking straight up like I was in an eighties big hair band.
Thank the good Lord he didn’t see me like this.
He’d run away screaming as if it was Fright Night before Halloween.
Spontaneous sexy times and makeup removal and moisturizing didn’t go together.
I turned on the shower. I had work to do.