“Michael’s in the other room and... I don’t know, I guess I don’t want him to hear me.” Now she felt a little silly, but she’d probably feel even sillier if Michael knew she was calling reinforcements because she didn’t know how to handle this situation. It was such a normal situation, she was just a freak who had made it twenty eight years and only had a sleepover with one guy. Well, two now.

“What do you need?” Lexie asked. She wasn’t whispering anymore but her voice was still softer than normal. Maybe because she felt weird speaking normally, while Ellie was whispering.

“What do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do I literally do? He’s in the kitchen making me breakfast... do I put my dress back on? Do I stay in his t-shirt and boxers? Do I eat and leave, or am I supposed to stay after we eat? What do I say to him?!” Her whispering was getting louder as a new kind of panic gripped her. With every question she asked, her anxiety rose.

She was so in over her head.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Lexie reassured her. “If you want to leave right after eating, put your dress back on. If you want to stay, you can stay in his clothes. Or you can always just leave right after and steal his clothes if you want to. Stolen t-shirts are the best. What you want to do after breakfast is entirely up to you.”

“Okay... but what do I say to him?”

“Just... normal conversation. Ask him about Marquis. Talk about the scene last night. Or go crazy and talk about his apartment and ask him a few questions about himself.”

Ellie cringed. What did it say about her that she was way more freaked out about asking personal questions than she was having sex with a guy? Even now, her sore ass and pleasantly sore pussy didn’t faze her. That part was great. But she was freaking out about talking over breakfast to the guy who had given them to her.

“You can do it, Ellie,” Lexie said encouragingly after a moment of silence. “I know morning afters can be kind of weird, but it’s a lot easier once you get out there and start a conversation. Both of you will pretend everything is just fine and totally normal, and before you know it, it will be.”

Sounded easier said than done, but Lexie did have a point. Kind of like how Ellie had worked herself up before signing the club contract last night, but once she’d signed it she’d settled down and everything had felt good.

And then everything had felt really good.