It wasn’t until I’d walked halfway across the parking lot that I realized: 1. I wasn’t wearing shoes. A. Or a shirt. 2. I didn’t bring my keys            A. Or anything really. 3. I’d just left a complete stranger in my apartment.            A. Naked. Whoever said one-night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached had clearly never met the disaster that was me.
Garrick was panting when he replied, “You’re not forcing me to do anything. I just want you to be sure. You can say stop at anytime.†His lips pulled wide. “You don’t need to make up a new pet.