“Why would you leave a cup there? Who in the right mind does that?!” Kylie whined from what I assumed was my kitchen. “I mean come on! What the hell is wrong with people?!” She sighed.
I heard the sound of glass being scraped across the kitchen floor and decided it would be a good idea to let my best friend know that our walls are about as thick as paper.
Opening my door, I found a clearly flustered Kylie trying to pick up the pieces of one of my coffee mugs.
“Is there a reason why you’re breaking shit at the crack of dawn?” I groaned as I stepped over the shards of my mug, almost running for the coffee machine. Almost.
Looking up from her position on the floor, Kylie blew a stray strand of hair out of her face.
“If you must know, Sleeping Beauty, I woke early to come and check on my friend who conveniently did a Julia Roberts when she was supposed to be getting drinks.”
I rolled my eyes as I turned on the coffee machine, the smell of liquid heaven permeating the air as I tried, unsuccessfully, not to think about the night before.
“One, you lost me on the Julia Roberts thing. Two, I had a headache from the alcohol and loud music, and three, how in the world did you get in last night? I’m sure I locked the door last night and you lost your keys somewhere in here for the hundredth time.”
Kylie swept the remains of the mug and dumped it in the trash. Brushing herself down, she came beside me, her gaze looking for something.
“Hmm.” She pondered, her gaze moving to my coffee mug which was filling nicely with steaming hot coffee. “Just so you know, you can’t lie for shit. Also, how did you not understand the Julia Roberts reference? Hello, Runaway Bride?!”
Well that clears up that… except for the breaking into our apartment thing, but, you know, that’s totally not important.
“You missed the part about getting into the apartment.” I shook my head, reaching out to retrieve my coffee when, of course, Miss Burglar stole it before I could even touch the damn thing. “Hey!”
Winking, she took a sip from my coffee before moving into the adjoining living room, taking a seat on the sofa and turning on the TV.
“If you tell me why you left last night, I'll tell you how I broke into our apartment,” Kylie sang over the weird reality show I could hear playing from the living room.
I sighed hard. I didn’t want to have to tell anyone. Especially Kylie or Quinn. It was too embarrassing. Kylie and Quinn were more like family than best friends, they'd been with me through everything. I wouldn't be who I am without them.
Deciding it was probably a good idea to tell Kylie about my encounter with my stranger and find out how the hell she had gotten into the apartment, I made another cup of coffee and joined her in the living room.
The moment my ass hit the sofa, I hissed deeply.
I was hurting.
Nope, not my thorn-guarded heart.
My vagina, my lady parts, call it what you like, were tender.
“Oh. My. God!” Kylie shrieked, scaring the ever loving shit out me.
I threw both hands around my coffee mug to stop the searing hot coffee from pooling in my lap. Jesus. This woman should come with a public service warning. Warning: Known to shriek unexpectedly. Proceed with caution.
“What in the hell is wrong with you?!” I screeched, finally managing to balance my coffee. Shaking my head, I placed the cup on the coffee table. I didn't need a burn related mishap this early in the morning.
“You got sexed!” She pointed at me, placing her cup next to mine on the coffee table and twisting her body to face me. “You did the dirty!”
I… what?
“I’m sorry. I’m not entirely sure whether I’m still drunk or not, so please clarify. Did you just say, 'you got sexed'?” I asked, staring at my friend wide-eyed.
“Yes!! Oh my god. You got sexed last night. That’s why you left the bar so quickly!” She was bouncing up and down on the sofa like a freaking child with the world’s most epic sugar overload.
“You keep saying that word, I don’t think it means what you think it means.” I smirked.
“Stop avoiding the question, Pay! Did you or did you not get laid last night?” She pushed, placing her hands on her hips, her bouncing finally coming to a stop as she gazed at me with a serious expression. Well, serious for her anyway.
I groaned.
It was now or never.
“Before I go into details, you need to tell me how you got in,” I bargained, hoping she’d tell me first so I could avoid the situation entirely.
“No way. Spill. Now.”
“Okay!” I sighed, wondering where the hell to start. “I don’t know his name but—”
“Sorry.” She paused, looking at me pointedly. “I don’t believe for one second that you didn't think of a name for him. I mean, I believe you don’t know his name…”