Saving Savannah

Good morning gorgeous!

Last night was legendary! Hopefully it

gave you some good memories

to kick off your new place.

Here are our numbers. Be sure

to call on us again if you need

anything else… well, ‘moved.’

- Your favorite hunks

At the bottom of the note was a smiley face, followed by a trio of phone numbers in three different handwritings.

So yeah… wow. Last night actually happened. It wasn’t a dream or a fantasy, it was one step better:

It was the fulfillment of a fantasy.

Best of all, it had happened with three ridiculously hot and incredible men. Guys who’d helped me out. Who’d drank with me. Who’d made me comfortable in a strange new place, and gotten me to laugh and relax.

And then fucked the absolute daylights out of me, of course.

There were no strings attached, either. No pressure, no worries. I could toss the note in the garbage right now and no one would be the wiser. File the whole experience away for future recollection as a hot, happy little memory.

You really should.

My hand hovered over the box I was using as a makeshift garbage can. Three long seconds went by. Four. Five…

Once more, I ignored the voice in my head. Since my phone was already in hand, I punched a few buttons and added the three numbers to my contacts list. They hadn’t left names, though. I had no idea whose number belonged to whom, so I listed them as Hunk 1, Hunk 2, and Hunk 3.

That couldn’t hurt, right?

I’d wanted my start to be as fresh as possible. A whole new place, a whole new life. In fact, I promised myself I’d steer clear of guys for a while. All guys. Especially after what happened…

Then again, they were only phone contacts. Totally innocent on their own.

Sort of.

Satisfied, I made the command decision to take a hot shower and get on with things. Today was my first day at my new job, and there was tons to get done. For one, I needed to set things up. To get things arranged and established, and to grow accustomed to my new digs.

Glancing around at my empty cabinets, my stomach rumbled an all-new reminder:

I desperately need to go shopping, too.

That part would be fun, and I was actually looking forward to it. But not now. Much later.

I headed back through my bedroom, which looked more like a den of sin. Up until yesterday it was a blank canvas, an empty room. But now…

Now I had memories in there that would last forever.

I spun the hot water spigot all the way open. Standing in front of the mirror, I leaned forward and evaluated myself as the bathroom filled with steam.

I still can’t believe you did that.

The thought made me laugh out loud at my own reflection. Really? Someone like me? Shit, it was almost surprising I hadn’t done it sooner.