“You got a better one?”
Shit, what am I doing? I need to get into her room to find her phone. I’ll find a way to leave after. I’m not the kind of guy to take advantage of a drunk woman. Not more than letting her hug me and hold my hand, anyway.
“Nope,” I say. “Lead the way.”
Becca’s room is spacious, with enough room for a couple of dressers and nightstands and a king-size bed. I can see her phone from here. Almost there. I can hang out until she falls asleep and then delete the messages and everything will be fine.
“I’m just going to brush my teeth and wash up. Make yourself comfortable,” she says as she leaves the room.
Yes! Now’s my chance. I wait until I hear the water running in the bathroom before I grab her phone, open up the messages, and then delete the one where I said I think I love her.
Relief washes over me, and I can finally relax.
I lay back on her bed for a moment, tempted to accept her invitation and stay the night, but I know she’s not ready for that. And to tell the truth, neither am I. I think I proved to myself tonight that being just friends with Becca is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
“Becca?” I call out after knocking on the bathroom door. “I’m going to head home and let you get some rest. Be sure to drink some water, okay?”
“Oh, yeah. Okay,” she yells through the door. “Thanks for the cookies.”
“You’re welcome. See you later.”
I let myself out of the apartment, making sure the door locks behind me. Not quite the way I saw our first time hanging out as friends going, but it wasn’t bad.
I still need to tell her about what actually happened to Connor. I’ll have to find another time to do that, though. She’s in no shape to process that tonight.
