My One Night: An On My Own Novel Carrie Ryan (books to read to improve english TXT) 📖

say I’m sorry. I do hope you had a good night. If you didn’t, and you need me to do something about it, you’re welcome to tell me that, too.” I just looked at him.

A small smile played on my face, and I wondered how I kept ending up in these situations. “No problem. I’m doing great. Have a wonderful day.”

“You too, Elise.” I shut the door, and he drove off, presumably to another person either needing to get to campus or leaving a party a little late as I had.

“Get in here. We have coffee,” Nessa called from the porch of the small home I shared with her, Corinne, and Natalie.

The boys’ house was ridiculously large and felt like a mansion from the east coast rather than something in Colorado.

The girls and I shared a modest home with four bedrooms, but Nessa was pretty sure hers used to be an office since the closet seemed to have been added on later.

It didn’t matter, though. Because unlike my first year of college, I didn’t have to share a room or a bathroom with anyone else.

Everything was small, old, and sometimes broke down, but it was ours for the year. And that was perfect.

“Do you really have coffee?” I asked and then paused. “Though I could use a shower.”

“Well, you should have thought about that before you came home,” Natalie said, smiling.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I mumbled, and Corinne laughed. “Oh, you know plenty well what we’re talking about. You probably smell like sex and that very sexy Dillon. I honestly can’t believe you went through with it,” she said, and I winced.

“I’m sorry. That was stupid, wasn’t it?”

“Hey,” Corinne snapped. “I was kidding.” She bit her lip. “You didn’t feel forced into that, did you? Did you at least have fun? It was all consent and everything you wanted, right?” she asked, and I found myself sitting in my living room, my three roommates staring at me. Nessa handed me a cup of coffee, and Natalie sat next to me. Corinne just looked at me, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. “Did I pressure you? Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

She sniffed, and I cursed under my breath.

“You didn’t pressure me at all. It was an awesome line, though. So, thank you for that,” I said with a laugh, trying to ease the tension.

She blinked at me and then threw back her head and laughed. “I love you so fricking much, Elise.”

“Well, I love you, too,” Natalie said, kissing the top of my head. Nessa squeezed my knee.

“Now, why don’t you tell us exactly what happened?”

“And we’re going to need details. Because at least somebody got laid last night,” Natalie said with a laugh, and I shook my head.

“You are beautiful, hilarious, and brilliant. Usually, I put brilliant first, but I felt like saying beautiful this time.”

“Well, you’re right, I am all those things,” Natalie said and laughed. “And yet, no man. Still a virgin. I may die one. It will be horrible.”

Corinne snorted as she sat on the chair opposite us. “You’re not going to die a virgin. I mean, I might die a virgin, but at least half of our house knows how to get laid.”

I narrowed my eyes at Corinne.

“You could have slept with Timmy, Tommy, and Danny, all in high school.”

“Could you have any more small-town names?” Nessa said, snorting.

“Maybe,” Corinne said. “But now, Tommy and Timmy are getting married. At twenty. And Danny is in jail. Aren’t we glad that I didn’t sleep with any of them?”

“You still could have slept with Tommy or Timmy. They’re both pansexual,” I said.

“And completely in love with each other since like the sixth grade. Once they finally let themselves feel that and got to know those emotions, I would have just been in the way. I didn’t need them. And we have done a great job of moving the conversation from your fulfilled sex life to my lack of one. Good job,” Corinne said, narrowing her eyes.

I blushed, then took a sip of my coffee. “Great coffee,” I said, and Nessa beamed.

“Thank you. I like the fact that I know exactly how you like it. You would think after a couple of semesters of being your roommate, I’d be good at it, but I still sometimes get it wrong.”

“You got it right this time. Thank you.” I let out a breath. “Okay, what do you want to know?” I groaned as they all talked at once.

“Was it good?”

“Did he treat you right?”

“How big was it?”

I looked over at sweet and innocent Natalie and widened my eyes. “That is your question?” I asked with a laugh.

She looked just about as shocked as I felt.

“I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth.”

“But I want to know that, too,” Corinne said, laughing.

“I’m not talking about that. I will say that it was nice, hot, the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. And the only time it will ever happen.”

They all stared at me.

“Why?” Nessa finally asked.

I shrugged. “We both said that we didn’t want a relationship, that we didn’t have time for one. And it was kind of fun with the whole one-night stand thing on the table.”

“You told him you just wanted one night?” Natalie asked, aghast.

“I think this is my fault,” Corinne said, cringing. “One-night stands never end up as one-night stands. Not if they’re good.”

“Well, this one will.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course. Shit.” I pulled out my phone and texted quickly.

Me: I’m home. Sorry. The girls ambushed me.

A moment passed, and the girls just stared at me as I looked at my phone.

Dillon: Glad you’re home. I was about to send out the National Guard to check on you. That or me and Pacey and my truck. I had fun. Will I see you at coffee?

I blushed, then bit my lip.

Me: Maybe. We’ll see. Bye.

Dillon: LOL Okay. Have a good day, Elise.

I let out a sigh and set down my phone as the