“Something casual”

“I want something casual.” You say and Alice breathes a sigh of relief. Your brow furrows at her. “What?”

“I wasn’t sure my heart could take you saying you want to get back together.” Alice says.

“Well then,” you scoff.

“It’s not that I don’t like you John,” She says, sounding remorseful, “I’m just not in the right place in my life for a serious relationship right now.”

“Fair enough, neither am I really.” You say, letting go of her hand and taking another sip of your coffee.

“Though,” she groans, her breasts jostling as she runs her hands up through her hair, ”if you fuck me like that a few more times, I might have to put a ring on it just to make sure no one else does before me.”

“Should I take that as a threat?” You chuckle.

“Since the ring isn’t going on your finger, yes.” She giggles. You snort at her. “And if we were exclusive I’d also need to buy a pair of crutches because man you did a number on me.”

“Did I?” You say, genuinely surprised but also acting dramatic, a big shit eating grin on your face. She rolls her eyes at you.

“Yeah, but that’s enough ego boosting for one day.” She groans as she gets up. “If you couldn’t guess, work at the library is canceled today because of a severe case of shaky ass legs. Enjoy your day off.” She says, sticking her tongue out at you as she goes to your room. You sit and finish your cup of coffee, getting the last few drops as she comes out again. She has her tights on again, her bra on under your shirt, her sweater and bag under her arm.

“What’s your number by the way?” She asks. You and Alice exchange phone numbers as she stuffs her sweater and apron in her bag.

“Do I get my shirt back?” You ask, escorting her to the door.

“No.” She simpers and gets up on her tiptoes to kiss you. You kiss her back as she leaves.

“Bye.” She smiles as she wobbles down the stairs.

“See you soon.” You reply. Like that she is in her car and off. You sit down on the couch and turn on the TV. You stretch out and groan, lying down on your back on the couch. The empty glasses from last night are still here, left where they fell when things got hot and heavy. You lie there for a moment, and then take them to the dishwasher and put them in and start the load. You look around at your now very empty apartment. You ponder what to spend the rest of your Saturday on. You know you’re short on groceries, and consider that now is probably the best time to go shopping before it gets too late, but you also have to acknowledge that if you want to go do anything else out on the town, a nice Saturday afternoon is probably the best time to go do it. You can always go shopping tomorrow.