Drego
I rolled off the bed, dressing quietly. Toni was still asleep, so I tiptoed out of the room, my shoes in my hand. Maybe if it was someone else I would feel guilty for doing so. But this was Toni. She knew the drill. No sleeping over. No cuddling. No talks about emotions or something more. And unlike most I've been with, Toni understood the drill. She didn't fight me on it. And that's why I liked her.
After closing the door behind me, I walked out of the now packed and full club, straight to my car. The second I was seated comfortably inside my Mercedes, I drove away from the loud fun. My hands did the driving as I enjoyed for the first time in a while, a clear and orderly mind.
No thoughts about Nichole or our fight. Just my body still peaceful from the pleasure of minutes ago.
When my car came to a stop, I realized I was in the office, which wasn't a big surprise. I'd rather be here than at home. It was always my first choice.