Worry?
She gives a small smile. "I'm not trying to make things weird between us."
My grip tightens.
"I know that's probably what you're worried about." She adds.
What?
"I won't make things awkward or throw myself at you or anything. We can just go back to normal and be casual roommates like we planned. Also, we can continue our plans and what happened last night won’t affect the way I act. I promise.”
I realise she's stopped talking.
She's looking at me now, waiting for a response, and the only thing that manages to make it out of my mouth is—
“Why?”
There's got to be something that happened between last night and this morning. Or did the horniness wear off and she wake up thinking I'm a complete piece of s**t?
She shrugs, eyes sliding away from mine. “I’m just not that kind of
