If Only She'd Loved Him-Sequel

      Tossing his coat on his chair Matt tried not to think that Kerolyn hadn't even waited for him to pick up the keys he'd dropped in the hallway before she'd entered the apartment and curled up on the couch.  His couch, his apartment though you'd never know it. Not from the magazines and clothes all scattered about the floor. Frowning, Matt leaned over and moved a powder pink tee-shirt from the sofa. After Paul had graduated and moved out, Matt had thought he'd actually get a chance to have a neat home. Hah! I traded one slob for another, he thought to himself, as he shifted a pile of magazines to the floor so he could sit closer to Kerolyn. 

 Reaching up her arms, she kissed him. Of course, some people are slobs and some people are just a little bit sloppy, he reminded himself, returning the kiss she gave with pleasure. Kerolyn had lips of silk and wet fire. She wasn't subtle, just ask Jean tonight, but when she was kissing him he couldn't think of anything else in the world. Unfortunately, they couldn't lock lips forever. Bracing himself, he pulled away. Soon as her tongue was free, Kerolyn didn't hesitate to use it.

"So what's up with you and Jean?" she asked casually though the look in her eyes was pure challenge, femme vs. femme. "I thought you'd think it would be cool to have your ex- wait on you, but you acted like you couldn't wait to get out of there. Tell me the truth, Matt," she walked her fingers up his arm, stroked his earlobe. "Is there something still between you two?"

"No," Matt began, removing her fingers from his face. "there's nothing there." Then his mind caught up. "Wait a minute," he frowned. "Are you saying you knew she worked there? Ker, what the hell? What were you thinking?"

"I thought you'd like it. I thought it'd be a trip. But hey don't go all wounded warrior on me, we don't have to go back. The food's crap anyway and as for the service-" Her smile went vixen. "You know you've had better" She started massaging his neck. But Matt pushed her away.

"It was more than that. It was a test, wasn't it? Geez, Kerol, what do I have to do to prove to you that there's nothing left between me and Jean? We broke up with each other months ago. End of story."

"Yeah, but why? You never told me why." As soon as the words left her mouth she knew she'd made a mistake. Matt stiffened like a corpse besides her. His voice turned flat, cold.

"Because it's none of your damn business."

"Matt, I-"

But he was standing up, throwing on his coat. "I'm going out."

"I'll get my jacket."

"Alone."

Kerolyn was not one to sulk. "Do what you want," she replied with a toss of her hair. "In fact, why don't you go look up you're precious, Jean while you're at it. And don't worry about me. I won't be lonely."

"You never are," Matt responded. He didn't stay long enough to hear Kerolyn's huff of breath, or watch her grab her phone and start dialing. Slamming the door shut, he left.

As he walked down the street. Matt had no idea where he was headed. He only knew that he had to get out of the apartment, his apartment not hers, before he did something he'd regret. His thoughts spun backwards punishing himself with their clarity.

Why the hell had he picked up his phone the night Kerolyn had first called him two months ago? If he had just let the machine it go to voice mail, then he wouldn't be in this mess now. Matt ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. As soon as he'd heard Kerolyn's voice that night, Matt knew he should have hung up, but instead he had listened. Mistake one. She had only to whisper "Please Matt, I need help," in that husky soft voice, that made him think of rough sheets and lips everywhere and he'd had been lost. Help, she needed his help. That was all it took. Chivalry was ingrained in his nature. His coat was on his shoulders before he even hung up the phone.