"Like what?"
"Like you're thinking about last night."
"I'm definitely thinking about last night." I pull her closer. "And this morning. And tonight."
She starts laughing. I love that sound more than anything.
My phone buzzes again. And again.
"You should probably get that," she says.
"It's nothing important."
"It's been going off for ten minutes. Someone really wants to talk to you."
"My dad."
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“Check and make sure it’s not serious,” she says.
I reach over, find my pants, and quickly pull out my phone.
Seven missed calls. Fifteen text messages. All in the last hour.
"Oh." Her expression shifts. "What does he want?"
"I'll deal with it later."
"Declan, what if something is wrong?"
"It’s not.”
“Seattle.”
“Yep. And I don't want to think about him right now. I just want to be here with you."
"Okay," she says finally. "But you'll have to deal with him eventually."
"I know. Just not right now."
We lie there for a few more minutes, but the mood has shifted. The peaceful bubble has been punctured.
"I should shower," she says, sitting up. "I have class in an hour."
"Want company?"
She gives me a look. "If you come in that shower, I'll be late for class."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Yes, Declan. Some of us care about our education."
"Ouch."
She leans down to kiss me. "I'll make it up to you tonight."
