The Next Morning
I woke up to find Damien still sleeping on his stomach with his head turned away from me. I'm still not believing what he said yesterday about this NOT being a one night stand. The man doesn't even know me!! I try to ease out of the bed to get my things together before he wakes-
"Where are you going?" Damien grumbled into his pillow.
"Um...I was...going to the bathroom."
"Hurry back."
"Will do."
Damien never turns around so when he hears a door close he doesn't realize it's the bedroom door and not the bathroom door. I race down the stairs with her clothes in her hands she'd scooped up as she ran out the bedroom and makes her way to find her bag. I frantically pull a sweat suit on as I look around for my purse and bag. Once those are found, a cab is called and shoes are on, I'm out the front door and running for the street. I'm pretty sure Damien has some elaborate alarm system in his house so I don't look back as I make the run to meet my cab a block away...
Later That Day