"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?" frank @ sandra lmohfdhusi
So much for in and out.
Was this payback for hooking up with a talkative man? God, that man up there hated her didn’t he. His statement was her cue to get out of the bed. Ugh, the bed had been comfortable too.
Sandra rolled up, taking the cover with her, hiding what Frank had already see, in all sorts of light she may add, as if it would protect her. She had already bared herself to him literally and a bit figuratively. And now she was thinking maybe she had made a mistake. Maybe.
“I don’t see why it would be more?” She sighed.
It wasn’t like the sex hadn’t been good. Hell, it had been great. It would just be incredibly dumb for them to do this again. The last thing she needed was whatever this is.
Locating her bra and underwear, she loosened her grip on the sheets, dropping it once she had a layer of covering, thin as it may be, it was something. A layer of protection.
She gathered the sheets, was she supposed to fold it? Put it back? She settled for tossing it on the bed.
Sandra turned to face him, “unless you thought this was something else?” Maybe they should’ve been clearer about this arrangement. No, she knew she at least should have.
Sandra spotted her dress. Wrinkled would have to do for now, hopefully the paparazzi wouldn’t catch her looking so imperfect. It never occurred. She didn’t want to start now. This was one bullet she’d have to bite. She slipped the dress on, doing her best to smooth out the fabric with her hands. Moving the action to her hair, finger combing the knots out. Then she spotted her heels, next time she did this, it needed to be flats.
“Well, I’ll see you around,” she called, heading towards the door. She pulled it open, glancing at him once more, “maybe you can give me a call, Frank.” A small shrug, closing the door behind her.
Maybe it wasn’t a one time thing.
Maybe it was a two time thing.
But only that. A two time thing,