Her eyes widen with genuine glee. “That’s great!”
“Thank you.” I grin. “So, my bed needs someone to keep it company.”
“Oh, it does, does it?” She leans closer, playing along.
I pluck the cherry from my glass and hand it to her, then take the remainder of my drink back. Her eyes twinkle and she grins at my gesture.
“Yes, if no one sleeps in it, it will lose its lived-in shape.”
“You goof. It’s Tempur-Pedic.” She lets out a loud laugh.
“Okay, fine, you got me. But still. I think you should stay at my apartment.” My gaze is steady. “I already know how much you love my bed.”
38
Josefine
The couch’ssprings squeak when I roll onto my back. Flopping a hand over my face to block out the light filtering in from the gap between the curtains, I curse myself for not going home with Cam last night. I did accept his offer to stay in his apartment while he travels for work, but he doesn’t leave until this weekend. We’ve technically only been on one date. Staying overnight so soon didn’t feel right. I refuse to repeat the mistakes I made with my ex and jump into things too quickly.
I reach for my phone on the side table and check my notifications, noting the sound of clothes hangers clanking on the other side of the wall.
Cam
Morning, beautiful
FYI Claire may text you. She begged me for your number and I couldn’t say no. I hope that’s ok
Just then, ading.
Unknown Number
Hey Joey! It’s Claire. Cam gave me your number. Hope that’s ok. I go to spin class on Wednesdays at 8am. Wanna join tomorrow?
I reply to Cam first.
Me
Morning, gorgeous Yes, it’s fine. She’s already texted me
Then I reply to Claire.
Me
Sounds great! see you tomorrow
An eight o’clock workout is perfect. It’ll give me the energy I need for a full day of work after. Just as I’m about to set my phone down and crawl out of the bed so I can fold it back into itself like a reverse bunny in a magician’s hat, my phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Hey. How are you?” Cam’s husky morning voice is so damn sexy.
“I’m good,” I reply through a yawn.
“Are you just waking up?”
“Mm-hmm.” I hoist myself off the bed and stumble into the kitchen to boil water for the French press. “How are you?”
“I didn’t sleep very well,” he answers.
