One Night Stand

Chapter 8

Jake

Something warm was pressed to my chest, and my arm was feeling numb. Those were the thoughts in my mind as I slowly woke up. I remembered yesterday, and when I opened my eyes, Klara's face was a few centimeters from now. She was still asleep, and I drowsily stared at her for a long moment.

Pretty.

I pulled my arm from around her to tuck a few stray strands of her hair away from her face so I could stare at her properly.

Unfortunately, I couldn't just keep laying there, because I really needed to go to the bathroom. Klara was laying on my bicep, which was why my arm felt so numb. It was a bit of work, getting her off my arm without waking her, but I managed it and slid off the bed, rubbing my arm with a wince. It was pretty rare that I slept with the women I had s*x with, and I wasn't one for cuddling, either. Still, when I saw her frown and squirm until she was mostly lying in the place I'd just left, clutching the pillow to her face and curling up under the cover, I was tempted to get back in bed.

Dammit, I want to have her again. Behave!

My morning wood was twitching, and I decided to hurry to the bathroom. It would be hell trying to take a piss while I was hard, so I tried to cool down my thoughts. Since I was in there already, I decided to take a quick shower. Only, then I remembered last night and growled to myself before hurrying out quickly. I found some simple clothes to put on, then moved back to the bed.

"Klara?" I called quietly.

Her face was pressed into my pillow, and she was hugging it tightly. There was a tiny curve to her lips that made me smile. She looked too peaceful it felt like a crime to wake her, so I left her alone for the moment, finding my phone and heading out to the front room.

Just as I closed the door, my phone rang. My eyebrows jumped up as I thought of the lucky coincidence. I checked the name on the screen and frowned to see it was my brother. I hesitated for a bit but cut off the call.

I wasn't ready to talk to him yet. Maybe later.

Before I could even sit down, my phone vibrated with a message. I sat down, before I opened it to read.

We headed back first.

I frowned. It would have been nice to know when they were leaving. My brother probably thought I needed more time alone.

"s**t," I muttered with a sigh. "Now I have to go back, too."

I didn't doubt Dad would think it was strange that I didn't go back with them, so I couldn't be slow to follow behind now that Trent had already gone back. The wedding wasn't too long away, so though I had my own place, we were all currently staying at home.

My eyes turned to the door leading to the bedroom, and I frowned. Instead of ordering for breakfast, I picked up the room's phone and called the front desk.

"Hello? Yes, I'd like some stuff moved..."

I'd already asked for the stay in her room to be extended; I could just reduce it to one day and add one more to my own. Klara had been ready to leave as well. Once I was done giving instructions and got the confirmation, I headed back to the room. I moved quietly so I wouldn't wake her, and moved all my things to the front room to pack up there.

Then, I paused again. I didn't know if she'd want breakfast or not, and I didn't know when she'd be waking up, anyway, so I left that alone. But I couldn't just leave her sleeping in my room and disappear, right? She...wouldn't necessarily be worried, but she'd wonder where I went.

"Ah, crap."

Last night, too. She couldn't possibly have gotten the wrong idea, right? f*****g a woman and then leaving her wasn't something I was new to, but it was a first with someone like Klara. For one thing, there had been no talk of what happened. The women I took to my bed would know it was a one-time thing before I took them home with me, or followed them back to their place, but Klara wasn't like that.

I couldn't wake her to explain everything, though. After our little fun in the shower, I'd woken her up at night for the last round, so she must be exhausted, and probably a little sore, too.

In the end, I decided to leave her a note. The room had a notepad and pen, and I sat down on the couch, thinking for a long time what to write.

Klara and I weren't close. I'd helped her, and we'd spent yesterday together and even had s*x, but I that didn't necessarily mean we were close.

After a lot of thinking, I decided I was getting nowhere, so I leaned over the note and wrote something. I wrote several little notes, but none of them seemed right until I finally settled on one. So she wouldn't see the evidence, I stuffed the rest in my suitcase and picked up the note to leave it on the nightstand where she was sure to see it.

There was a knock on the door that made me pause and change directions. When I opened the door, it was to find an employee of the hotel with Klara's stuff.

"Did you take every personal item out of the room?" I asked.

The man nodded. "Yes, sir. I went through the room and picked up everything I could find that did not belong to the hotel. It's all here."

I nodded back and stepped aside so he could push the trolley of luggage inside. If anything was lost, Klara would have to find it herself, but I wasn't worried. He set the stuff down beside the couch. I'd already pulled my wallet out and made sure to give him a good tip before he left.

After closing the door, I headed for the bedroom again. I looked around. I'd picked up my clothes from the bathroom and folded Klara's clothes at the bottom of the bed, with her purse on top of it and her shoes right beneath them on the floor. I pulled out the key card to my room and set it on top of the note, on the nightstand. I hesitated, looking at the message I'd written down.

Thanks, Klara, for a great night. You can stay in the room for as long as you want, it's paid for until tomorrow. I need to go home and be a man.

I decided to leave it alone. It explained things without being too intimate. I took one last glance at her face and paused. Gripped by a sudden temptation, I moved closer to the bed and ducked down to kiss her on the forehead. Still, she didn't wake up.

With a sigh, I ruffled her hair slightly and turned around. There was a lot about her I still didn't know, and I wasn't sure if I would have asked, but there was no way for me to know now.

I'll just think of you like Sleeping Beauty with a secret, I thought with a huff and a quirk of my lips.

I picked up my things and left the suite, closing the door behind me. My heart felt heavy, but I'd already locked myself out.

Time to go face the family.