Part two :)
He doesn’t answer. He just can’t look in her eyes. Can’t look in her face knowing he has kissed it so often last night.
Nothing. He just can’t.
Hell, NO! He isn’t okay. He has had sex with his ex-girlfriend! No, he isn’t okay.
“Mac, talk to me.”
He cheated Stella. He cheated himself. He is Stella’s. Not Peyton’s. Not anymore.
How could he?!
How could he?!
How could he?!
Peyton walk around the couch and stops in front of him. He looks down.
“Oh Mac…” Her voice is pitying.
She touches his cheek softly. It’s like her hand is a knife. She hurts him with her hand. He still don’t want to talk but…
“Peyton… I’m sorry… I can’t… I… You know…“, he stutters. He can’t find the right words.
“I’ve never wanted to have sex without feelings.”
Her face gets disappointed. Did she really think he would still love her?
“Oh god I’m sorry.”
He buries his head in his hands. Peyton sits down next to him. He feels her on his shoulder.
Neither says a word. Silence. He wants this situation to end. She stands up.
“Better I’ll go now.”
She goes to the bedroom and puts on her clothes. As she comes back he still sits there. She sits down again.
“You want this to be never happened, right?”
Oh yes! He just nods.
“Don’t be so sad, Mac. I won’t pretend to been never here but I won’t tell anyone, too. Forget it if you want…”
How could he ever forget this?! Too scary… She stands up and is already at the door as she turns around again.
“Let me tell you just one thing: I don’t regret this. You’re good in bed. Really good. I know you don’t love me and I think I don’t love you. But I would do that again. It was great.”
His heart stops to beat. She has the cheek to tell him that! He feels painful enough without knowing that!
“So… I’ve got still two days in New York. Call me if you wanna do that again.”
Then he hears how she writes something on a piece paper.
“This is my number.”
With this words she closes the door and Mac is alone now. Alone with his thoughts. Alone with his sadness.
What day is it? He doesn’t know. It could be Saturday… Yes it’s Saturday. He won’t go to work today. He was sure. But he must do something to distract himself. His apartment is untidy. He could clean it up. Maybe his head would be tidy after that, too. But first he turns his mobile phone off. He don’t want to talk to anybody today.
He starts in the living-room. The thoughts about everything and nothing run through his head. After a few minutes he holds Peyton’s ‘letter’ in his hands. Her number… How could she be so cold to give him her number? She’s seen him broken on the couch. Regretting what happened. She’s asked him by phone if he’s angry. Now he is. Peyton helped him to cheat Stella! But Stella would never let him do what he did with Peyton… Maybe he should phone her? He gets scared about himself! How could he think about that?! With a decided jerk he busts the letter. Never wants to read this number again!
While he cleans the bedroom his thoughts go to Stella. Is she happy? Was the date with Adam good? What does she think about in this moment? He doesn’t know but Stella isn’t happy in this moment, too. She is crying. She is angry with herself, too. She is thinking about Mac, too. And she phones him. So often. But his mobile phone is off…
Part three comes tomorrow :)
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