Laying back against the pillows, guilt washes over me in a shameful tidal wave. Flinging my arm over my eyes, I take a deep breath and draw the sheet up higher.
Clutching it to my breast, I look over and see that Eric isn’t beside me.
The faint embers of a lit cigarette are visible from where he stands on the balcony, and I breathe a small sigh of relief.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, scouring the floor for my clothes. Finally, I see them crumpled in a small pile near the foot.
As I snatch them up and start to get dressed, I hear the sliding glass door open.
“Where are you going?” Eric asks, leaning against the doorframe.
Feeling his eyes on me, I don’t turn around or answer him right away. As I slip my bra back on and reach around to fasten it, I feel him behind me.
Closing my eyes and biting my lip, I silently implore him to just let me get dressed and go, but I know it won’t be that simple. Nothing with Eric ever is.
He wraps his thick, muscular arms around my waist, the scent of cigarette smoke and whiskey invading my nostrils. I silently shake my head, willing myself to focus.
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