I’m in town, which is far more often than I’m at my own house these days. We talk every day, several times a day. We’ve been fucking like bunnies for two months straight. If that’s not a relationship, I don’t know what is.”
My mouth opened and closed like a fish. I had no idea what to say. He was absolutely right. Despite that, I was absolutely not ready to admit it—out loud.
His jaw clenched and unclenched. Eyes closed, he took a deep breath and opened them again to look at me. “I’m tired and I have to be up early for a radio interview. Gonna go to bed early tonight.”
I nodded, feeling my throat begin to burn with the need to cry. “Okay. Goodnight. Be safe tomorrow and I’ll talk—”
He’d already ended the call.
I went to bed that night clutching the pillow that still smelled like him and wondered what I’d just done.
The next morning, I texted Evan as soon as I woke up telling him I was sorry for being such a bitch and we needed to talk later on. Then I wished him luck on his interview.
When he called me before the show that night, he acted like everything was fine between us. He didn’t mention the words girlfriend or relationship again.
***
I’d expected Evan back in town the following day, but he called to tell me they canceled his appearance in Houston. They sent him home to Tampa, instead. I was disappointed, obviously. I wanted to apologize for my bitchy behavior in person, to see in his eyes he forgave me. But I had to wait an extra week to see him, which made me snap to how spoiled I’d become.
Evan hadn’t been in Houston every single week since May, though it was pretty damn close. The only times he hadn’t flown back after a show was when he’d been out of the country. I’d grown used to seeing him often. Waking up with him by my side.
So maybe it was for the best he went home for a few days. I was getting way too attached.
When Evan came back to Houston the following week, we spent the first twenty-four hours locked in my bedroom. When we returned to the land of the living, I found fourteen texts from Mel demanding to know where I was and why the hell I wasn’t calling her back. The last message read Nevermind. Just checked Evan’s schedule on his site and see he’s in Houston. Call me when you come up for air.
He stole my phone and took a selfie of the two of us to send to her with the message She’s alive. But if you ever want to see her again, send pizza and beer within thirty minutes.
I wasn’t even a little surprised when the Domino’s guy showed up at our door with a large half cheese, half pepperoni and a six-pack of Heineken. We once paid him twenty bucks extra to grab some beer for us when we were too lazy to go out, ourselves. Ever since then, he always offered to pick some up when we called in.
I guess what they say about tipping well is true. Do it once, they’ll love you forever.
The next day after we drank enough water to drown an elephant, I took Evan to some of the many museums Houston had to offer. He loved the Museum of Natural Science so much he got us memberships so we could go any time we wanted.
It surprised us both how much we enjoyed going to the Children’s Museum. I took dozens of pictures of us both playing on the different attractions. I framed one someone had taken for us scrunched up in one of those old vans from the sixties that looked like a turtle, his arms wrapped possessively around me.
I gave it to him when he went back on the road after our trip there, and he grinned at the photo, pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard. Apparently, he couldn’t care less we were standing in a crowd of people at the airport. Luckily, no one seemed to notice who he was.
I didn’t look back when I left him at the security line. I didn’t want him to see how much I was going to miss him.
***
The night before Evan returned to Houston, I stayed up until forever. The last time I checked the clock, it had been
My mouth opened and closed like a fish. I had no idea what to say. He was absolutely right. Despite that, I was absolutely not ready to admit it—out loud.
His jaw clenched and unclenched. Eyes closed, he took a deep breath and opened them again to look at me. “I’m tired and I have to be up early for a radio interview. Gonna go to bed early tonight.”
I nodded, feeling my throat begin to burn with the need to cry. “Okay. Goodnight. Be safe tomorrow and I’ll talk—”
He’d already ended the call.
I went to bed that night clutching the pillow that still smelled like him and wondered what I’d just done.
The next morning, I texted Evan as soon as I woke up telling him I was sorry for being such a bitch and we needed to talk later on. Then I wished him luck on his interview.
When he called me before the show that night, he acted like everything was fine between us. He didn’t mention the words girlfriend or relationship again.
***
I’d expected Evan back in town the following day, but he called to tell me they canceled his appearance in Houston. They sent him home to Tampa, instead. I was disappointed, obviously. I wanted to apologize for my bitchy behavior in person, to see in his eyes he forgave me. But I had to wait an extra week to see him, which made me snap to how spoiled I’d become.
Evan hadn’t been in Houston every single week since May, though it was pretty damn close. The only times he hadn’t flown back after a show was when he’d been out of the country. I’d grown used to seeing him often. Waking up with him by my side.
So maybe it was for the best he went home for a few days. I was getting way too attached.
When Evan came back to Houston the following week, we spent the first twenty-four hours locked in my bedroom. When we returned to the land of the living, I found fourteen texts from Mel demanding to know where I was and why the hell I wasn’t calling her back. The last message read Nevermind. Just checked Evan’s schedule on his site and see he’s in Houston. Call me when you come up for air.
He stole my phone and took a selfie of the two of us to send to her with the message She’s alive. But if you ever want to see her again, send pizza and beer within thirty minutes.
I wasn’t even a little surprised when the Domino’s guy showed up at our door with a large half cheese, half pepperoni and a six-pack of Heineken. We once paid him twenty bucks extra to grab some beer for us when we were too lazy to go out, ourselves. Ever since then, he always offered to pick some up when we called in.
I guess what they say about tipping well is true. Do it once, they’ll love you forever.
The next day after we drank enough water to drown an elephant, I took Evan to some of the many museums Houston had to offer. He loved the Museum of Natural Science so much he got us memberships so we could go any time we wanted.
It surprised us both how much we enjoyed going to the Children’s Museum. I took dozens of pictures of us both playing on the different attractions. I framed one someone had taken for us scrunched up in one of those old vans from the sixties that looked like a turtle, his arms wrapped possessively around me.
I gave it to him when he went back on the road after our trip there, and he grinned at the photo, pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard. Apparently, he couldn’t care less we were standing in a crowd of people at the airport. Luckily, no one seemed to notice who he was.
I didn’t look back when I left him at the security line. I didn’t want him to see how much I was going to miss him.
***
The night before Evan returned to Houston, I stayed up until forever. The last time I checked the clock, it had been
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