Gio stretched and looked over at Sherita, shuffling under the fat, pink comforters.
"Hey." He said, realizing where he was.
Sherita sat up as he flicked through his phones. “You hungry?”
"Naw,uh.. I’m cool." He shrugged and Sherita nodded to herself. They sat in a weird silence for a few minutes until she grabbed her ex’s old t-shirt and went to take a shower. Sherita was proud of herself for taking charge and doing what she had been itching to do for a while now. She didn’t really know what this meant for them but she knew that the night proved that there was some type of connection between them. The sex that they had was different than the previous times, this time it was more passionate and the kisses that he laid on her skin were more sensual. While the water rinsed the soap and traces of him away, Sherita didn’t really know if she wanted this to be a temporary feeling again.
She got out of the shower and dabbed herself with the towel, wrapping it around her body and walked out of the bathroom to find the bed empty.
She looked around the apartment and saw he was gone, picking up her phone when she saw a text.
I had to go make a run. Ill bback ltr for my stuff theyre done painting.
Sherita bit the edge of her lip and sighed.
"Mid next year then. Tie up any loose ends. You’re done."