Flight Risk - Part 8

 

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I sat up and looked around, the unfamiliar room reminding me of the events that had transpired the night before.

The realization of what I had done hit me like a freight train. My heart raced as I bolted upright, clutching the sheets to my chest. This was not how I had envisioned spending my time in London—not at all. 

What had I gotten myself into? I couldn't believe that I had actually gone through with it —Had I really just lost my virginity …as a girl?

I needed to get out of here before Ethan woke up.

Quietly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool floor beneath Alicia’s bare feet. I frantically searched for my clothes and found them crumpled in a corner.

As I hurriedly slipped on her dress, anxiety twisted in my stomach, I heard Ethan grumble behind me, “Morning, beautiful.”

I froze, my heart racing. Panic surged as I turned to face him, trying to gather my thoughts. 

“Uh, hey,” I replied awkwardly, twisting a loose strand of Alicia’s long hair behind my ear. 

Ethan rubbed his eyes, a sleepy smile stretching across his face, “You didn’t sneak out on me, did you?”

“No! I mean… I just…” My heart raced as I struggled to find the right words, “I have to… go.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, confusion flickering in his eyes, “You’re leaving? Just like that?”

“Yes! I—um—I really have something I need to do!”

The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. How could I explain that I was just a boy who had inexplicably found himself in this woman’s body and tangled in a night of passion? 

“How about coffee later?”

I hesitated at the door, glancing back at him. Something in his gaze—maybe it was sincerity—made my heart clench. Was I really going to abandon my only friend in London?

“Yes,” I nodded, “That sounds lovely, Ethan.”

The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I leaned against the cool wall of the hallway, my heart racing. What had I done?

The heat of embarrassment flushed my cheeks as I scurried down the stairs, my mind racing. The memory of giving into Ethan’s hands on my body and the feeling of him inside me made my cheeks flush even more.

Was it just a fluke, or did it mean something more?

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