She pulled the covers as slow as she could, thanked God for Dave being on a fetal position on the opposite side and tiptoed all the way the the bedroom's door. She opened it fast and closed it softly.
- Fuck!
She realized her clothes were in the room. She was only wearing her panties.
The young women, rather short and with a beautiful average body, entered the room again and stayed on the doorframe trying to locate her belongings: her stockings were just beneath the bed, her shoes just by them, her dress near the door and her purse under his briefs.
It was funny, but she had always being judgmental about men wearing briefs. She saw it as a childish thing to wear them but all indications lead to her not minding about that the night before.
As she took her clothes, Helena felt some nausea, feeling her head hurt as she bend over to grab her things.
She went out the room, again, and walked to the living room. She had to be honest, the view from there was just amazing: from there you could see all of downtown and even more. As she noticed the apartment was on a high floor, she decided to dress by the window, checking everything out.
The girl could see people walking on a park below, some cars passing by, a rather peaceful day. She recalled it was sunday but had no idea of the time. She grabbed her purse and pulled out her cellphone: almost dead. Any way, it was 1 PM.
She got scared as maybe her parents had called home or something, but she was soon put at ease when the cellphone begin ringing. As the volume was on full mode, she almost dropped it, scared Dave would wake up.
She went into a bathroom by the living room and closed the door. Now she could answer.
- Hi mom.
- Hey sweetie. Where are you?
- I'm buying bread.
She just said the first thing that came to mind.
- Oh, sleeping late?
- Yeah. Had Monica's birthday yesterday.
- Right... How was that?
- Good. Had... fun. Mom could I call you back when i get back home?
- Sure sweetie. I'll wait.
- Ok mom. Bye.
- Bye.
She hung up on the middle of her mother's "bye". It wasn't a good idea to keep talking in a place where there was a man she didn't wanted to confront.
Helena got out of the bathroom, put on her shoes and took a last look on a mirror Dave had as decoration. She was a little pale and her makeup was a mess. She decided to clean up her face so she entered the bathroom and rinsed her face with water. When she was ready to dried it up, she let out a scream as she saw the man on the bathroom mirror.
To be honest, she didn't screamed because she saw him awake. As she walked out the bathroom she confirmed what she saw: Dave was stretching, still half asleep, naked in front of her.
- Hey... - he said.
She didn't answer. Her face was soaking wet and it seemed as she had forgotten how to talk or move.
- You should dry yourself up. I don't like wet floors.
She reacted then and took a towel. As she did this, Dave entered the kitchen, only separated by the living room by a black marble counter. He turned on the coffee machine and took out a mug from a shelf.
No, Helena didn't even faked it: she saw his body as she hadn't seen it the night before. He was really not a model or the example of perfection but there was something really attractive. She couldn't really point out what it was.
- You want coffee?
- Sure.
No doubt. She needed coffee. She came out of the bathroom again and walked to the counter. He poured some coffee on two mugs and had a big sip before speaking again.
- Have to go?
- Yeah, kinda.
- Oh, ok... Last night was great.
- Guess so...
He smiled.
- What?
- You were drunk, I knew it.
- I wasn't!
- Yes, you were. Do you even remember it all?
It was not her style to lie. She didn't saw the utility of it.
- No.
- It's cool. Just a crazy night then.
He winked at her and drank some more coffee. She only sipped some, not really in the mood to stay longer.
- Look, I have to go.
- Sure, ok.
Helena walked to the door, grabbed the doorknob and turned to Dave.
- I remember you're great in bed and I hadn't had so much fun having sex or talking to sometime in quite some time. Thanks.
He smiled and raised his mug, as if toasting. She smiled too and went out the door.
Dave finished his coffee, scratched his belly and passed one hand over his hair. After thinking of her one last time, he took out some bread from the pantry and put them on the toaster.
He went to the living room to turn on the TV and entered the bathroom to pee. As he did so, he noticed something by the sink: Helena's cellphone.
Sure enough, just after Dave had put on his briefs, he heard the doorbell. Second chance was ringing.
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