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again. My phone vibrates so I pull it from my clutch. It’s a text message from Stephen.
     
    Stephen: Addi…Will you talk to me yet?
     
    I hit delete and place my phone back in my clutch. My body shivers and the urge to cry is creeping up my throat.
    “Are you going to open the door? I mean you almost murdered me for the room key, so I assume you were really excited about using it to open the door.” I shake the thought away, swallow my tears, and swipe the room key. We enter the room and I go straight to my suitcase to pull out something for bed. I hadn’t planned on sleeping in the same room as Lucas, so of course all I brought for bed are oversized t-shirts, a pair of pickle boxers, and another pair of boxers that are bright blue with little illustrations of bacon, toast, and sunny side up eggs. Super hot. Lucas walks into the bathroom. I undress myself and throw on a t-shirt that I still have from high-school, and the pickle boxers. Lucas opens the door and I dive for the bed, frantically pulling the covers over my bottom half to cover the boxers. Lucas walks out of the bathroom in a pair of Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. My eyes daringly float to his package and of course there it is. A perfect, long outline of his manhood. I take a deep breath and inhale my spit. I begin to choke.
    “Dear Jesus!” I cough out. Lucas runs to the fridge and grabs a small bottle of water and rushes over to me.
    “Are you all right?” He opens the water and hands it to me. “Take a drink.” After I drink, I hand the bottle back to him. Lucas twists the cap back on and sets it down on the nightstand next to me.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. Just choked on some spit…thanks.” My eyes are still watering and I let out a couple smaller coughs. He grabs a pillow and lays it down on the floor, walks over to the closet, and pulls down a thin blanket.
    “You can sleep in the bed if you want, I can sleep on the floor,” I offer. Quite frankly I wouldn’t be opposed to him sleeping in the bed with me…not like that, but just to have a strong warm body next to me. I can’t even remember what that feels like.
    “No, the queen needs the king bed.” He winks and lies down, covering himself up.
    “Oh okay, well, I can’t argue with that.” I turn the light off, and we lay in silence for a couple minutes. It’s in the middle of the night and we have to wake up early, but I just have that feeling I won’t be able to fall asleep. “What happened that night?” I let out a sigh, bracing myself to hear things I’ll be ashamed of and hate myself for.
    “Addison, nothing happened. I got us a cab and booked you a hotel room. I carried you to the room and once we walked in, you started undressing yourself and went into the bathroom. I ran to the bed and pulled the covers down for you. You stumbled and fell in the bathroom, so I went in and picked you up, put you in the bed, and slept in the chair next to the bed to make sure you didn’t vomit in your sleep and choke to death or something. Then I woke up in the morning and left. I called a couple minutes before check-out time to check-out of the room.” I shudder from the thought of me being a drunken mess, butt ass naked in front of him, falling down and him touching my bare body.
    “Ugh! I’m so sorry. I wish you never had to see me like that,” I whine. “Thank you though, honestly. Thank you for not taking advantage of me. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t say anything about me trying to make any advances on you…I don’t know why I let myself get that way. I’m sorry.”
    “It’s okay…you did try to kiss me though and I turned you down because it would ruin the bet.” Lucas snickers. “Honestly though, Addison, please don’t be sorry. I can tell by the way you carry yourself, the way you nervously bite your nails and twirl your hair, the way you were crying in the shower tonight…you’ve been through a lot and I want to know your story. I want to know you, everything