“You’re going already?” the girl hesitantly asked. “I can make breakfast. There’s some stuff in the kitchen if you wa–”
I need to be blunt and direct with her, “Sorry, hun, but I’m not sticking around here. Last night was a mistake, and I honestly don’t want to acknowledge me even being here. Wherever here is, anyways.”
“Really? Last night, you said that–”
“Whatever I said last night, forget it. Hell, I don’t even remember last night. So, honestly, you’ll be doing yourself a favor and keeping it all to yourself.”
I froze as I was about to put on my small, black leather jacket. I slowly turned around and looked at the girl. Seeing her straight on, she’s actually a bit plump for her small size but still have a few curves to her. She was sitting on her knees on the bed, her hands folded in her lap. The blue in her eyes seemed to grow a bit dimmer as tears started to trickle out and onto her bed sheets. I honestly did know what was more surprising to me: seeing her crying or the fact that she remembered my name. I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was another sigh, this one heavy with guilt. Something must have happened last night if she’s crying about me leaving. But no matter how much I think, I can’t remember anything. And the longer I’m here, the more my boyfriend will get suspicious about me not coming home. I need to go.
Fully dressed, I saw my high heels over by the door to the room. I slipped them on and grabbed the doorknob to head out. Before I left, I gave her one last message.
“I’m sorry if I made you cry, but I honestly don’t remember anything from last night. And I’d rather keep it that way. I’m sorry.”
I can’t look back. If I do, I’ll just make this one night stand feel more awkward than it already is. Just turn that knob and go.