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ripped the corset off and tossed it to the ground as though it were contaminated.
    I felt like the world’s biggest moron. I had been about to confess my feelings at the exact same time as he was basically thanking me for a sexual transaction. How could I have misread the situation so completely?
    Holding back tears, I cleaned myself off as best as I could and threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie. I felt a little less vulnerable and exposed now, both physically and emotionally, but I still wanted to hide in the bathroom forever.
    I looked in the mirror and stared my reflection in the eyes.
    “If you never go back out there and face him, he’s never going to leave,” I told myself.
    I took a deep breath and went out to face Luke.
    ***
    When I got back into the bedroom, now completely covered head to toe, Luke was still naked.
    “Oh,” he said, sounding surprised, “I didn’t realize we were getting dressed now.”
    “Well, it’s getting pretty late,” I said, pointing to an imaginary watch on my wrist, “I figured we should probably call it a night.”
    “I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow morning,” he said as he came up behind me to pull me close to him, “I could spend the night and we could mess around some more, grab some breakf-”
    I moved out of his reach and went to make the bed.
    “That sounds great Luke, but I’m gonna have to take a rain check. I have TONS of shit to do tomorrow, and I really need a good night’s sleep.”
    I picked up his clothes and handed them to him.
    Luke looked puzzled, but started to get dressed. “Oh, OK. Did I do something wrong?”
    “No, of course not,” I stopped fussing with the bed and flashed as sincere a smile as I could muster, “I’m just tired and I have a lot do this weekend, that’s all.”
    “Oh, alright then. I guess I’ll see you Monday,” He said, furrowing his brow.
    He didn't look like he believed me, but I didn't care. I just wanted him out of there as soon as possible so he wouldn't see my stupid feelings.
    “Right,” I said, leading him to the exit, “Monday morning bright and early!”
    I opened the front door and nearly shoved him out.
    “OK, have a great evening!!” I shouted, managing to close the door just as the first tear rolled down my cheek.
     
     

 
     
    CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    The second he was gone, I jumped in the shower, relieved to finally be alone. I let my tears get lost in the water pouring down my face, and wondered how this could have happened. The whole point of casual sex was to not have to deal with feelings, and here I was dealing with more feelings than I remembered having in the last ten years of my life.
    I put on a pair of pyjamas and called Julian.
    “You better not be calling me mid-coitus, girl.”
    “Ugh, gross! I’m calling you mid-freak out.”
    “Jesus, was he that bad?”
    “No,” I said, wincing, as the vivid memory of Luke on top of me flashed across my mind, “it was fine. Great, even.”
    “So?”
    “So you were right, you fucking mind reader. I have feelings.”
    “Ha! I knew it!” Julian whooped, obviously thrilled at having been right.
    “Yeah, yeah, you know everything, congratulations. I guess the joke is on me though, because he doesn’t feel the same way.”
    “That skinny white boy you work with? Honey, I met him when I came down to visit, remember? I saw how he looked at you; that boy is infatuated. Believe me, I know a thing or two about infatuation.”
    “Maybe he was, but he’s not anymore. He was pretty explicit about not wanting me to be his girlfriend.”
    “What? That doesn’t sound like him.” Julian said, the disbelief clear in his voice.
    “Well, that’s what happened.”
    There was silence on the other end as Julian tried to find something suitably comforting to say.
    “He’s a nerd, Cassandra. He doesn’t have the best social skills. You said so yourself. Maybe there was a misunderstanding.”
    I snorted. “I love you Jules, and thank you for trying