“This is kind of awkward,”
Szymon Skubisz said as he stood naked in front of Cayden King.
The two stared at one another in silence for a moment as a million
thoughts ran through their heads.
“Oh my God!” Cayden
said as he covered his eyes.
“What?” Szymon questioned
as glanced down. “Oh my God,” he said as he reached
for a pillow and covered himself up. “I’m sorry,”
he said, “It’s morning, that usually happens in the
morning.”
Taking his hand away from his
face, Cayden shook his head as he glanced over at Szymon again.
“What are you doing to my pillow?” He nearly shrieked.
“I put my face on that!”
“Sorry,” Szymon said
as he dropped the pillow, revealing himself once again. “Shit!”
He said again as he reached down and cupped himself with his
hands. “You’re probably wondering what the hell happened
. . . so am I,” Szymon admitted.
“It’s not that hard
to figure out,” Cayden said as he shook his head and walked
over to his dresser. Opening his drawer, he pulled out a pair
of pajama pants and quickly pulled them on.
“I guess you’re right,”
Szymon agreed. “It’s not that hard at all.”
Cayden paused and stared at
Szymon in silence. “I mean what happened last night,”
Szymon added quickly. “Not this,” he said as he glanced
down at his hands. “I mean, I guess they’re both pretty
obvious. I’m going to shut up now and look for my pants,”
He said as he glanced around the floor.
Cayden pointed across the room.
“I think they’re on the lamp,” he said softly.
“Oh,” Szymon said
as he scuffled over to the lamp and pulled his pants on quickly.
“I don’t know what to say,” he began.
“Don’t say anything,”
Cayden responded.
“Maybe we should talk
about this,” Szymon explained.
“I think it’s pretty
clear what happened. We got totally messed up, then we got naked
and somehow your pants ended up on my lamp,” he said as
he glanced down, “and I have a really big hickey on my stomach.”
“You what?” Szymon
questioned with surprise.
Glancing up at Szymon, Cayden’s
eyes were wide with surprise. “You sucked on my stomach?”
“I don’t know . .
. maybe?” Szymon responded.
“Well, did I suck you
somewhere?” Cayden questioned, his face immediately turning
red once he said. “Never mind, don’t answer that.”
It was all Szymon could do
not to smile. “Look,” he said, “I don’t know
what happened last night. I don’t normally do this kind
of thing?”
“And I do?” Cayden
questioned, slightly offended.
“No, I didn’t mean
that. What I mean is . . . we obviously had sex.”
“Oh my God,” Cayden
groaned. “This is crazy! I had sex with a police officer!”
Taking a step forward, Szymon
tried to make light of an awkward situation. “Well, if it
makes you feel any better, I won’t arrest you . . .”
Shaking his head, Cayden covered
his face with one hand and pointed to the bed with the other.
Glancing over at the metal headboard, Szymon Skubisz stared in
shock at his shiny metal handcuffs dangling from one of the rails. |
