Eddie was, to put it mildly, fashionable late. He contemplated not coming at all, not because he didn't want to see Susan (oh Rowena did he), but he didn't know how it would be to see her with her clothes on and not be able to think about what she looked like naked. So, he took a VERY long shower (so long Laila had yelled at him about wasting all the hot water, to which he shouted back that they were magic, hot water never ran out and would she just shut it??), and laid in his bed, hands knit behind his head, completely unable to stop thinking about the feel of her skin and the taste of her lips and her glorious, glorious tits. And, of course, of the fact that maybe he had fucked things up by sleeping with her. Didn't she deserve better than him?
So, when he knew the dinner party would be winding down (and he'd have more time alone with Susan), he threw on some clothes and made his way to her familiar flat and knocked on the door. He wasn't sure what to expect when he arrived, but he had to admit he was still pretty excited to see her. He'd stopped to pick up some flowers for her, hoping to make up for his late arrival. "I'm here, Red," he called, hoping she'd be alone, or at least the party would be dying down.