I thought to myself. It sure would be, as convenient as going downstairs.
On Friday night, Noah called to say he had to work late.
I didn't confront him. Instead, I took out an unopened box of condoms and headed upstairs.
When the elevator door opened, I saw Huston inside. The fire in me that had been burning so fiercely suddenly extinguished.
He wasn't someone easy to sleep with.
He was looking at his phone, and it took him a while to notice me standing outside. When he did, he paused for a few seconds.
He and Noah were best friends, and they were somehow loosely related by family ties. Technically, Noah should call him "uncle," and Huston should call Noah brother.
Neither of us spoke, and I wasn't sure if he should call me sister-in-law or if I should call him uncle.
With a loud, the box fell to the ground.
When he saw what it was, he suddenly laughed.
Damn, he was handsome.
His gaze slowly traveled up from my ankles, as if he could see right through my coat. My face flushed with heat, mainly because I had downed two glasses of red wine before leaving.