A Night with Mr. Stranger
It stopped ringing as I made to pick the call.
“15 missed calls?”
“Holy Molly!”
I looked at my side, only to see the sleeping figure of a man, half-covered by the sheets, his back to me. He had a beautiful tattoo on the upper part of his left arm. I couldn't see his face.
I tried to recollect what transpired between us, and the memories of last night came rushing back. The club, my friends, the drinks, the bar, the kiss, the hotel. Then the….
“Oh, shit!” I freaked out as I realized what I had done. I slept with a stranger, thinking it was Fred?