My heart swells as I try to understand what is happening and that's when I see the text indicator dots rise and fall in my open message to Kyran, but then they disappear and I feel slightly deflated when I wait for them to pop back up again, but they don't. I don't know how to react, feeling overwhelmed with knowing that Kyran, a stranger, saved me from making a huge mistake tonight and he paid for my ride. I'm not sure I know anyone who would have done the same.
After getting into my house, I head straight for the Tylenol and another cup of water, kicking off my shoes on the way before tossing myself over my bed, feeling the way my body seems to float back down from the drunken haze I was feeling not long ago. And then my phonebuzzes.
11:45pm
Make it home?
Yes. And seriously thank you. You didn't need to do all this tonight.
I know. I wanted to. I'm glad you're home safe.
I won't lie, I hate thinking about how I'm going to retrieve my car tomorrow, but all that matters is that I didn't risk wrapping it around a tree tonight.
I swallow my pills and swig the water generously, loving the cool caress of the liquid chasing through my body.
I wish I had someone else to talk to about Kyran. Not that I'm sure there's much to talk about, and maybe not talking about him is best anyway. But there's so much to say, like how I like when he uses my name because it makes me feel good. Like how my chest feels tight thinking about what he just did for me tonight without hesitation.
11:52pm
Well, I hope you sleep well tonight. Sweet dreams, Weslyn.
I read the text but just as quick as it came, it's gone and is replaced by a new one.
MESSAGE UNSENT
Well, I hope you sleep well tonight. Sweet dreams.
I see the difference and part of me smirks when I see that he was correcting his usage of my name, but really, I don't want him to. Maybe I should tell him that I actuallywant him to keep using my name like that. Maybe I should call him and tell him goodnight so I can hear his voice. Maybe I should just block him and forget all about this whole exchange because what's the point?
Instead, I just settle on a simple response, knowing that the slight bout of joy I feel right now comes from talking to him.
11:53pm
Night, Kyran.
I send it, and then I'm off to bed.
10
Kyran
Sunday, November 10th
I went to bed later than normal last night, but I don't feel the effects. Instead, it feels as if I'd gotten the best sleep of my life. But I won't lie, I tossed and turned for bit, but only because I kept imagining what was going through Weslyn's head to cause her to get so wasted like that. I'm just glad I was able to get her home safely. And then I thought about how I wish I could have heard her voice last night when she called.
Now as I stare at the phone and reread our messages, I wonder how long we should actually keep entertaining this . . . whatever this is.
8:41am
Good morning.
I text her, actually eager to start up a conversation with her. I realize how silly that seems but I truly don't seethe harm. And besides, every girl deserves agood morningtext at least once in their life.
10:14am
Hi, good morning. Thank you again for last night. And I'm truly sorry for my behavior.
I told you not to apologize for it. It's not that big of a deal. I'm just glad I was able to help.
