“Lia, you in there?” I knock.
Dead silent.
Fuck.
I go back to my apartment, and I find my phone. I consider calling her, but for some reason, I have a feeling that will go straight to voicemail, so I text her instead, trying to keep it light and not clingy or pathetic at all, even though that’s how I’m feeling.
Breaker:Morning, here I thought I was going to have to make you breakfast. Looks like I lucked out.
I set my phone down and go to the kitchen, where I make a pot of coffee, grab the Ibuprofen from my cabinet, and toss a frozen breakfast burrito in the microwave. While everything is cooking and brewing, I grip the kitchen counter and stare down at my phone, willing it to ding with a text.
When my coffee finishes brewing and the breakfast burrito is done, and I don’t have a response, sheer panic sets in.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I push my hand through my hair.
What did I do?
Huxley and JP were right. I should have just been the friend she needed last night. I should have kept my hands to myself. I should never have ripped her shirt and sucked on her tits.
That was so fucking—
Ding.
“Oh, thank fuck!” I shout as I lift my phone and see it’s a text from her.
Lia:What would you have made?
Relief washes over me at her lighthearted response.
On a sigh, I sit down with my burrito, Ibuprofen, and coffee and text her back.
Breaker:Currently eating a breakfast burrito from the freezer, so maybe that.
Lia:Really, you would have heated up a breakfast burrito? Wow.
Breaker:What would you have wanted?
Lia:A Danish at least.
Breaker:Well, if you’d have asked, I would have retrieved.
Lia:Shame. Now we’ll never know.
Breaker:Why did you leave? Was I not letting you hog the bed?
Lia:Early morning meeting.
Ehh, why don’t I believe that?
Probably because I know her schedule, and she never, and I mean never, has an early morning meeting. That’s just not how she operates. If she has a meeting with clients, it’s always midmorning or afternoon. Early morning isn’t in her vocabulary.
Breaker:You lying to me?
Lia:Do you really think I’d lie to you?
Yes.
I do.
