Wow, it's been a long time since you've encountered this little story. Catch up on Part 4 here.
The smell of their recent copulation lingered in the air around the both of them. It had been a while since Caroline had felt so good about herself. Basking in a sexy haze, she didn't notice that Paul was clumsily throwing his clothes back on, a hungover, frantic blur beside her. Why the rush? In the back of Paul's mind he felt the need to get away. They were older now. It was... different. He couldn't explain why. It just was.
Caroline was still busking in the warmth of post-orgasm. She really did feel good about herself. Really good. Better than she had in quite some time. The voice in her head whispering "You just needed to get laid". She smiled to herself, maybe she did. And so what? She was a single woman. And Sam hadn't exactly responded to her desperate texts in the way she had hoped. Thinking of her phone, she reached to grab it, laying forlornly by the side of the bed. Now she felt guilty. What if Sam did want her back? She would have ruined it by one lusty night with Paul. Sure, it has been fun. But that was it. Sam at least had some sort of career aspiration. Paul hadn't changed in the three years she'd been there last. Other than his choice in beverage, and if she really thought back to it, he had got a little better at that since she'd spent time with him. She blushed. Yeah, definitely.
The feeling of guilt didn't subside, however. Reaching over to grab her phone, which lay forlornly by the side of the bed, she gazed to see if Sam had responded in anyway. Caroline didn't know what she wanted more, a cruel reply, or just to be ignored. No new messages. She guessed that was probably for the best. What was she doing with her life. And just where was Paul?
The door closed (she hadn't realised it had been opened since...). Paul was fully dressed. Caroline, even after what had happened, suddenly felt overwhelmed with embarrassment and sought to cover her naked upper half with the duvet. Paul stood scratching his head. "I would offer you breakfast but we don't exactly have much in..." he muttered. Caroline's brain switched on for the first time that morning. "I guess that's my cue to leave, then? Caroline's eyebrow raised. Of course, he didn't want her about. Nobody did. "Is Sarah still about?" Paul looked at her "Look, it's not that I don't want you here, I do, but..." He looked ashamed. "And yeah, I guess, I heard giggling earlier, I assume those two are in Rob's room. Not that I'd want to find out for myself, but you're welcome too". He attempted a laugh. "Just the last time I walked in Rob's room unannounced it involved a spoon, some butter, and by the looks of it, a Dutch workout DVD".
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