19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Coming down from my orgasm, pain pinches inside my chest.
That was amazing, but the lack of intimacy stings.
No strong arms holding me. No lips kissing me. No cuddling after.
The no cuddling part I’m used to. Eoghan got off and then got off me. Swallowing hard and making sure my vision returned to normal, stars no longer dancing in front of my eyes, I push off the bed.
I catch a breeze from my open balcony slider. The crisp wind and the hum of the city will knock me out like a drug. I’m high up and no one can see me, so I stick to my nakedness and wander into the living room for my phone.
Drinking a cool glass of water, I check the dating app and tears prick my eyes. “Still no one?”
It’s either that terrible picture of me or something is wrong. Before I call Trista to log in and change the pic, I play around with the settings. Maybe there are filters that are stopping profiles from matching with mine.
Like maybe Trista set my likes to things such as, must be six-foot-five and a billionaire with a ten-inch cock.
I chuckle. I’ll take the six-foot-three and giant dick. I don’t need a billionaire. That’s irrelevant for just hooking up.
Scrolling through the settings, all the toggles are gray.
Swiping one, it turns blue.
“Son of a bitch,” I bemoan. “I’ve blocked all responses.”
I laugh to myself and catch my reflection in the glass doors of my bookcase. I don’t look half-bad naked. My hair is long and wavy. My breasts are full, rocking, and perky. I’m a bit thick in the abdomen area, but my waist is snatched. My butt is round and last I checked, it’s not dotted with cellulite.
Fuck, I’m a catch!
Wanting a shower, I put the phone down and waltz into the bathroom.
The hot spray on my skin fires me right back up, and I’m glad Rocco has fresh batteries because I’mma need a round two…