asleep.
“Spit it out so I can go back to sleep. I have to get my article written today, and I’d rather be coherent when I do it.”
I had planned on sleeping in and lounging in my pajamas all day while cranking out Keegan’s article that’s due by tomorrow morning.
“So, I had a fantastic time. Kaleb is … Well, you’ve seen him. He’s hot and funny. We went to a couple clubs, danced and laughed. I seriously am on cloud nine right now!”
“I couldn’t tell.”
“I’m smitten. He took me to breakfast, and when we sobered up a little, I realized it wasn’t beer goggles I was experiencing.”
“Awesome,” I say, my eyelids starting to get heavy.
“Anyways, he wanted to take me back to his place so we could ‘sleep.’ ” She holds up her fingers to make air quotes.
She probably should have taken him up on the aforementioned sleep.
“I told him I wasn’t that kind of a girl.”
She is totally that kind of girl. If she didn’t take him up on his invitation, it must mean she really likes him. She wants to see him again, and she wants him to work for it.
“He’s taking me out to dinner tonight.”
“Really, Reese? Couldn’t this have waited?”
“Absolutely not. So where did Keegan whisk you off to?”
I sleepily tell her about our evening.
“That Keegan is a strange one,” she says.
“He is not. When we were kids, we were obsessed with the stars and space.”
He was reminding me of how things used to be. I almost forgot we had been apart for eight years. Has it really been that long? Suddenly, it doesn’t feel like it.
“How very nerdy of you both.”
“It was fun, even if you don’t approve,” I say, glaring at her.
“Aimee, Kaleb seems to think there is more between you now.”
“He said that?” Kaleb was always forthcoming. There wasn’t a secret you couldn’t get out of him.
“Yes, after about a dozen drinks.”
I laugh at the insinuation.
“He also wants you to name your first born after him.”
“Seriously, can I go back to bed now?” I beg.
“I suppose. Aimee, drunk or not, I think Kaleb is on to something, and I think you feel it, too. Let’s call it what it is.”
“What’s that?”
“Unfinished business.”
Great. Reese is very philosophical in the wee hours of the morning.
“Are you still drunk?” I ask.
“Drunk on Kaleb James.”
I throw my pillow at her. “Go to bed!”
“Okay, okay, cranky pants. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I watch as she bounces right off my bed and walks out of my room, similar to how I assume she entered. Then I lie back down and snuggle under my covers, happy that she’s happy yet envious at the same time. Why are things always so easy for her?
There is no doubt the feelings I had before Keegan left for college are still there, not that I could help it. I cherish our past friendship, but my heart has always belonged to him from the moment I met him.
I continue to lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating what this all means. Where do I go from here? The last time I put myself out there, he disappeared. I wish I knew what happened after he left. Did he think of me? Was he as hurt as I was? Did he miss me like I missed him?
After lying in bed for a while, I decide that going back to sleep isn’t happening, so I pull myself out of bed and head to the kitchen to start making coffee. While waiting for it to finish, I head over to check on Reese to find she is fast asleep. Then I fire up my Mac and pull my notes out of my briefcase to start writing the article about the man I’m not sure I will ever be able to forget.
It takes me about half the day to finish it. Several rewrites later, I’m finished and ready to turn it into my boss, Olivia.
Checking the messages on my phone, I see the one from last night and decide to be a little bold and send a reply.
Slept like a baby with sweet dreams. Thanks again for last night. Hope you slept well. Don’t work too hard; it’s Sunday
I don’t expect
“Spit it out so I can go back to sleep. I have to get my article written today, and I’d rather be coherent when I do it.”
I had planned on sleeping in and lounging in my pajamas all day while cranking out Keegan’s article that’s due by tomorrow morning.
“So, I had a fantastic time. Kaleb is … Well, you’ve seen him. He’s hot and funny. We went to a couple clubs, danced and laughed. I seriously am on cloud nine right now!”
“I couldn’t tell.”
“I’m smitten. He took me to breakfast, and when we sobered up a little, I realized it wasn’t beer goggles I was experiencing.”
“Awesome,” I say, my eyelids starting to get heavy.
“Anyways, he wanted to take me back to his place so we could ‘sleep.’ ” She holds up her fingers to make air quotes.
She probably should have taken him up on the aforementioned sleep.
“I told him I wasn’t that kind of a girl.”
She is totally that kind of girl. If she didn’t take him up on his invitation, it must mean she really likes him. She wants to see him again, and she wants him to work for it.
“He’s taking me out to dinner tonight.”
“Really, Reese? Couldn’t this have waited?”
“Absolutely not. So where did Keegan whisk you off to?”
I sleepily tell her about our evening.
“That Keegan is a strange one,” she says.
“He is not. When we were kids, we were obsessed with the stars and space.”
He was reminding me of how things used to be. I almost forgot we had been apart for eight years. Has it really been that long? Suddenly, it doesn’t feel like it.
“How very nerdy of you both.”
“It was fun, even if you don’t approve,” I say, glaring at her.
“Aimee, Kaleb seems to think there is more between you now.”
“He said that?” Kaleb was always forthcoming. There wasn’t a secret you couldn’t get out of him.
“Yes, after about a dozen drinks.”
I laugh at the insinuation.
“He also wants you to name your first born after him.”
“Seriously, can I go back to bed now?” I beg.
“I suppose. Aimee, drunk or not, I think Kaleb is on to something, and I think you feel it, too. Let’s call it what it is.”
“What’s that?”
“Unfinished business.”
Great. Reese is very philosophical in the wee hours of the morning.
“Are you still drunk?” I ask.
“Drunk on Kaleb James.”
I throw my pillow at her. “Go to bed!”
“Okay, okay, cranky pants. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I watch as she bounces right off my bed and walks out of my room, similar to how I assume she entered. Then I lie back down and snuggle under my covers, happy that she’s happy yet envious at the same time. Why are things always so easy for her?
There is no doubt the feelings I had before Keegan left for college are still there, not that I could help it. I cherish our past friendship, but my heart has always belonged to him from the moment I met him.
I continue to lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating what this all means. Where do I go from here? The last time I put myself out there, he disappeared. I wish I knew what happened after he left. Did he think of me? Was he as hurt as I was? Did he miss me like I missed him?
After lying in bed for a while, I decide that going back to sleep isn’t happening, so I pull myself out of bed and head to the kitchen to start making coffee. While waiting for it to finish, I head over to check on Reese to find she is fast asleep. Then I fire up my Mac and pull my notes out of my briefcase to start writing the article about the man I’m not sure I will ever be able to forget.
It takes me about half the day to finish it. Several rewrites later, I’m finished and ready to turn it into my boss, Olivia.
Checking the messages on my phone, I see the one from last night and decide to be a little bold and send a reply.
Slept like a baby with sweet dreams. Thanks again for last night. Hope you slept well. Don’t work too hard; it’s Sunday
I don’t expect
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