12. Hot damn
SCHADE
My phone ringing wakes me up. It takes me a few minutes to gather my thoughts. I’m hung-over, naked, and in the smash shed.
Blind date.
Aryn Cole.
Oh shit.
I jump up with the realization my bedmate is long gone. Ignoring my ringing phone, the ringing in my ears, and my churning stomach, I grab my pants off the floor and toss on my shirt not bothering to button it up.
Rushing out the door I jog back to the dorms. Bypassing my door, I go right to hers.
After two knocks, she answers in a t-shirt and shorts with her hair in a wet, messy bun on top of her head. She’s showered, but still flushed from last night.
The look on her face shows her surprise in seeing me here.
“You left!”
“It was shenanigans, Schade. Your fraternity has the fake profile. My sorority has them too. It’s all in fun. Good times, nothing needs to change.” She looks at me, studies me. “Well, except maybe your clothes, you should change your clothes.”
Stepping into the doorway, I reach out and grip her neck pulling her to me. Kissing her, it’s me who devours her mouth this time. When she’s kissing me back as much as I’m giving to her I pull away leaving us both breathless.
“Nothing about us and nothing about last night is shenanigans.”
“Schade,” she says my name in almost a whisper.
“Aryn, you, me, this is something and I want to see it through.”
She bites her bottom lip. “This isn’t supposed to happen.”
I smirk, “Oh, baby, but maybe it is.”
~The End~
I hope you enjoyed this short story of Schade and Aryn.
Please drink responsibly, wrap it up, and be careful because your health, your safety, and the safety of others is no joke!