Bec dragged on what was left of her cigarette before snubbing it against the side of the bed. It left a searing burn mark on the sheet but it wasn’t her bed or her room. She didn’t care. There’s never gonna be a cheery face inside this crowded room.
She rolled over and sighed to find he was still there. Disappointed. He mumbled sleepily, which Bec suddenly found unbearably irritating.
She didn’t want this. Random guys, one night stands and the possibility of a STD . Yeah, let’s be vulgar. First of all, it was too much hassle. She had been trawling bars for a week just to keep herself occupied. Get the vulnerable. Far too many drunken nights that ended with used condoms and vomiting. Just like this one.
“I’m going,” Bec said to him. She stood up and threw her dress back on. She grabbed her bag and walked to the door. She picked up her bra and hung it on his door handle. “A memento.”
She wasn’t happy. None of these guys were the one she really wanted – Tyler. And you don’t always get what you want.