“Yes, ma’am. Hours ago.”
“Right.” I nod, forcing a smile. “Thank you.”
He leaves the tray, and I let the door fall closed before him. It’s a full minute before I blink and then look away from the food. I’m not even willing to lift the lids to see what is under them.
I bet Luca thinks he’s such a gentleman, sending me breakfast after our night together. I plop down onto the bed, blowing my curls out of my face and hating this hollow feeling in my chest.
What I need to do right now is get the hell out of here. This room is a reminder of what happened last night. I need to wash it and everything else off of my body.
I cringe when I realize the only thing I have to put on is my bridesmaid dress. In my car I have a change of clothes, but I’m still going to have to do the walk of shame one way or another. This day keeps getting better and better.
The one time I give in and this is where it gets me, but I suppose I’ve learned my lesson. I grab my dress off the floor and drop the robe. The evidence of last night is still sticky on my thigh, and I hate that my body heats at seeing it.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’d let him take me without a condom. Shit, I’d all but begged for it. I can almost hear my brother’s stupid words about finding the one and all logic going out the window. I don’t think the one bounces out the morning after sex without a word.
My mind drifts to what Luca might have been thinking when he snuck out this morning. Had he thought about what I might feel, or had I been forgotten so easily?
I swore I felt something between us last night, and it wasn’t one-sided. My throat starts to close, because how could I possibly know that? I was a naïve virgin that served myself up on a silver platter. He’s no different than the bartender last night—his game was just better. I bought his whole act, and worse, I wish that I could say it was terrible. This might not hurt so much if he hadn’t been so careful and attentive. Now I fear Luca might have ruined me for all other men when it comes to sex because I can’t imagine anyone else being that amazing.
I need to stop this pity party and move my ass. I get dressed quickly and the best I can in the dress. I can’t zip it up all the way, but it’s enough for now. Once I get all my crap together, I pull my keys out of my small clutch so I can make a straight shot to my car.
When I exit the room I look around and let out a sigh of relief when nobody else is there. My luck doesn’t last long, because I don’t make it to the parking lot before I hear someone shout my name.
“Selma!” I turn around to see Juno headed my way with a bright smile on her face. She’s got a box in her hand. “I didn’t know you stayed here. I thought you headed out last night.” She looks me up and down and then lifts her eyebrows in question.
“It was late and I had a few drinks. I didn’t want to risk the long drive back to the city.” I lace the small lie with truth, hoping it makes it more believable. If she doesn’t buy it, she’s not calling me on it.
“Yeah, I totally get that. The hotel called me this morning because we left a few things behind.” She motions to the box in her hand.
“Do you need any help with it?” I ask, even as my mind chants for her to say no.
“Nah, girl. Go get yourself out of those heels. I can still feel them from last night.”
“Thanks.” I give her a brief hug before finally making it back to my car. I debate changing in the back seat, but all I want to do is put as much space as I can between Pink Springs and myself.
After I toss all my stuff in, I put on my seatbelt and pull out of the parking lot. There’s a red light ahead, and when I stop at it, I let out a long sigh.
This is one of those times when I wish Mom was still alive. I could never ask my brother for advice about this, even if he thinks I should be able to talk to him about anything. I can’t even go to Lux. We’ve gotten close, but this is her brother, and I don’t want to know about her sex life with my brother.