Chapter 123: Don’t Be Late Ezra!
The door to my apartment gave a soft *clack* as I pushed it open. I flicked on the light switch, and the warm glow of the overhead bulb spilled across the living room, illuminating the hall.
I sighh and kicked off my black boots, leaving them by the door, and let out a long breath. "Feels like I’ve been gone forever," I muttered, running a hand through my damp hair. "Even though it’s only been one damn night."
The faint smell of Elizabeth’s perfume—and maybe a hint of the brothel’s scent—still clung to my clothes. I walked toward the kitchen, my socks scuffing against the hardwood floor. Out of habit, I pulled open the fridge door, half-hoping for a miracle.
No such luck. A half-empty carton of milk, a lonely ketchup bottle, and a sad-looking stick of butter stared back at me. "Phew," I whistled, shutting the door with a shake of my head. "Gotta do something about that."
Sara’s wedding wasn’t until seven, so I had the whole afternoon to kill. No way was I sitting around starving. I flopped onto the couch, grabbed my phone, and opened a food delivery app. Scrolling through the options, I settled on a chicken burrito, a couple of tacos, and a coconut water to wash it all down. "That’ll do," I said to myself, tapping through the payment screen. Done.
The app confirmed the order, and I tossed my phone onto the bed in the next room, knowing the delivery guy would just leave the food at the door like always.
The smell of Elizabeth’s perfume hit me again, stronger now that I was still. "Man, I need a shower," I groaned, pushing myself up. The faint musk of the brothel, mixed with her vanilla scent, was practically into my skin.
I pulled off my t-shirt, unbuckled my belt, and stepped out of my jeans, tossing everything into the laundry basket in the corner. Underwear, and I walked to the bathroom.
The bathroom—spacious, with a wide mirror and a glass shower door that made it feel fancier than it was. I twisted the knob, and hot water hissed out, steaming up the glass almost instantly.