I’ve given myself all kinds of reasons why our situation is different—that we’d already had sex before we knew any of the ways we were connected, that our relationship is entirely outside of our professional commitments, and that because we are keeping things casual it’s okay.
But did I hold back because it would have felt hypocritical to have that talk with Natalie? And if so, is what happened to her partially my fault?
“I’ve got a room that’s across from the stairwell on the fourth floor,” the front desk employee tells me. “But it’s on the side by the road, so it may be loud in the morning.”
“That’s fine,” I say, knowing that I’ll sleep through the traffic, but I may not go to sleep at all if I’m anxious.
With my key in hand, I make my way across the lobby toward the elevator, moving slowly because I’m so tired. When I get to my room, I almost pass out face-first on the bed, and the only thing that saves me from that fate is my bladder and my phone buzzing in my bag.
I grab my phone on my way into the bathroom, but it’s Aidan with a video call, and I’m not answering it while I’m peeing. Apparently he’s impatient, though, because he sends a text immediately.
Aidan
Why aren’t you answering your phone?
Morgan
Sorry, I was peeing. Didn’t think you needed to see that.
Aidan
I wouldn’t have minded.
Morgan
Well I would have. What’s up?
Aidan
What’s your room number?
Morgan
Why?
Aidan
I want to see you, obviously.
Morgan
I’m exhausted and can’t afford another night of no sleep.
Even as I text it, though, a thrill runs through me at the thought of having him here with me.
Aidan
I’ll be sleeping tonight too, you know. I can just as easily do it in your bed as mine.
Morgan
I fear we won’t actually get any sleep.
Aidan
I consumed about five pounds of pasta tonight, in preparation for tomorrow’s game. I’m going to sleep like a baby, but I’d really prefer to do it with you in my arms.
Morgan
