“You’re going to be okay?” I ask her.
She nods and smiles. “I’m just going to clean up a little bit,” she says with a smile. “Get less sticky before I go out into the world, you know?”
She laughs a small laugh and I smile before I walk to the door.
Five minutes later I’m sitting next to Cheryl in the conference room still thinking of Brittney.
Fuck.
That’s five minutes longer that I’ve ever thought of a girl after sex.
There’s something going on with her here.