Page 74 of Play Room Actor

I hadn’t felt this horrible in a long time. At least I knew what I could do about it. Drink a liter of water, take a shower, and then treat myself to a pizza and a Coke. How I wished I could just snap my fingers and skip all the steps that required way too much energy.

Even breathing under the pillow was exhausting, so I tossed it aside while moaning in pain. I felt like a wounded animal, desperate to disappear into the woods and die alone in misery.

After a while, I dared to open my eyes, only to be blinded by the bright sunlight streaming directly into my face. Slowly, I rolled onto my other side, trying to ignore the agony in my head.

I remembered everything. The wild party, the shots, and the moment with Kilian. After that, we …

Wait a second …

The sun?

This isn’t my bed.

I blinked, but this time the sheer whiteness of the bedsheet blinded me.

Not mine.

Kilian’s intoxicating scent clung to me as I lay there in nothing but my boxers. The sliding door at the foot of the bed was closed, and everything was eerily quiet.

With great effort, I forced myself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Sitting up made my dehydrated brain scream in protest, and a sharp pain spread between my temples. It felt like there was a steel bar on my forehead. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. My clothes and phone were on the chair in the corner, but that could wait.

I sluggishly stood up and stretched, rolling my shoulders. As I opened the sliding door, the bright sunlight stung my vision. The living room was neat and empty. Kilian was probably in the kitchen. Before heading there, I slipped into the bathroom. I desperately needed to get the taste of alcohol out of my mouth and was glad to find the toothbrush I had used before. After brushing, I splashed my face with cold water from the sink. At least that brought some relief.

With leaden feet, I headed to the kitchen.

To my surprise, Kilian wasn’t there. Just to be sure, I checked the balcony but no sight of him. I retreated to the kitchen and filled a glass of water, drinking it eagerly before pouring myself more. Leaning against the counter, I surveyed the room as I gulped down my water. Next to the fridge was the empty bottle of orange juice I had brought him on Tuesday.

Maybe he went grocery shopping.

I set my empty glass in the sink, then shuffled back to the bedroom to check my phone.

It was 2 p.m., and there was still no message from Kilian, so I sent him one.

“Hey! I’m awake. Where are you?”

Once the message went through, I took a shower. I stood under the water for almost twenty minutes, replaying the night in my mind. Especially the moment with Kilian in the changing room stuck with me.

Fuck, man! I had been so damn hard! It was like I’d never had any issues with erections—and I’d already had a few beers by then. But Kilian had worked his magic. God! He’d even managed to calm my panic in time.

Not knowing how to categorize what happened, I tried not to think about it anymore. What bothered me more was that I was drifting further away from my original goal and turning back into the person I had been six months ago. Hungry for love and affection, addicted to the next orgasm.

Under the soothing stream of warm water, I massaged my cock, but it was hopeless.

I shut off the shower and snatched a towel, rubbing my hair dry. With the towel wrapped around my waist, I returned to the bedroom. There was still no sign of Kilian, and he hadn’t read my message yet.

As I slipped into a shirt, I scrunched my nose. My clothes reeked of cigarette smoke since smoking had been allowed at the party. Once fully dressed, I grabbed my phone and dialed Kilian’s number. It rang a few times before going to voicemail, so I hung up.

Where the hell is he?

I decided to leave the apartment since I wanted to get out of the musty clothes and eat something substantial to get rid of my headache. I reached for the single key hanging from the rack beside the door and locked up, then slipped it in his mailbox before heading home.

While I checked my phone constantly, Kilian was nowhere to be found. I hadn’t heard anything from him, and doubts about myself started creeping in. I reminded myself that we had just been having fun and there was nothing between us. I even scolded myself for developing feelings for him and letting myself trust him.

Is he ghosting me?

We had such a great time at the party.

I tried not to let it drive me crazy over the weekend.