Chapter 7 - Xenia

I have to be out of my damn mind. I came home with a stranger. Every warning my parents uttered was repeated like a loudspeaker in my mind as I stripped out of my wet running clothes in this fancy half bath. This half bath was bigger than my three-fourth bathroom with higher-end materials, not to mention connected to the rest of the apartment. Holy shit, his foyer is bigger than my apartment.

“Focus, Xenia.” I scolded myself. “You are in a strange guy’s apartment. An apartment he claims is his lesbian or maybe bisexual cousin’s place.” I rolled my eyes.

I don’t know if I buy all that. It feels too convenient. Am I acting like some naive fool to want to believe it? I’ve been fooled before and don’t want that to happen again. I think the only reason I want to believe him, besides that body I’d like to climb like a tree, is that he's so forthcoming. He didn’t have to think about how to answer questions. And usually, if someone is lying, they have to think about it unless it’s a well-pra