Let's get out of here

"Let's get out of here." I said.

"I thought you'd never ask." Jennifer says with a smile, licking pre-cum off of her ruby red lips.

I covered my raging erection with my coat, hoping that no one noticed, or would accost us for getting blown in the unisex bathroom. No one seemed to care. Either this happens with regularity here, or everyone is way too into dancing to notice my boner.

We jumped into her car and we drove down the strip, then turned off towards the residential part of Vegas.

"I have a room at the hotel." I said.

"I work there. I don't really want my coworkers and bosses watching me do the walk of shame tomorrow morning."

I was struck by her saying "walk of shame', as if she was ashamed of having sex with me. It must have triggered feelings of being unworthy because I let out a loud sigh she could hear in the convertible.

"What's up?" She said.

"Nothing."

"Oh really? You just sigh like that for nothing?"

"Look, I'm not trying to romanticize what we're doing, but I didn't think this was something you'd be ashamed of." I replayed my Ex breaking up with me again and again in my head, feeling that fresh pain again.

"It's just a figure of speech. Are you ok?"