I wake up Monday morning, my eyes fluttering open slowly to adjust to the sunlight pouring through the window, and I notice immediately that I’m alone and not in my bed. Glancing over at the clock, I note the time is nine forty-two a.m. and realize he’s probably gone to work after trying to wake me countless times. I really need to figure out a way to be woken up out of my slumber. What if we eventually have kids and they try to wake me up to make them breakfast or some shit and I’m dead to the world? Jesus, did I just say if we eventually have kids? When have I ever thought about having children before? Never. I’ve never thought about having children. I picture a miniature Reese meandering around the house, trying to keep his siblings in line and raking his hands through his wild hair when they don’t listen. I giggle silently at the thought and quickly push it out of my mind. Crazy, Dylan. Utter craziness.
I crawl out of bed and duck into the bathroom briefly before finding my clothes scattered all around the couch. The memory of their quick removal sends a shiver through me. That was fun. I should challenge his desire for me more often. Slipping on my panties and his University of Chicago T-shirt, I find my phone and quickly dial Joey, feeling like a complete idiot and shitty friend for not having called him last night after the break in.
“Cupcake. What the fuck, girlie? Can you believe that psycho broke our window out?”
I plop down onto a dining room chair and begin rubbing my head. “Well, at least we think it was probably her. I’m so sorry I didn’t call you last night, my mind was all over the place.” I sigh heavily as the image of the hooded figure creeps into my mind.
“No worries, your casual fuck buddy called me when he was on his way over to rescue you. I’m sure he figured you had other things on your mind than reminding your assistant not to show up to work today.” I grunt at the casual fuck buddy reference and spot a piece of paper hanging off the edge of the kitchen counter. I reach over and grab it, noticing my favorite handwriting.
Dylan,
I have no fucking clue how I ever survived not waking up to you. And before you say anything, yes, I did try to wake you up to go for a run with me. You were adorably out cold, as usual. Enjoy your day off.
X Reese
P.S. Here’s a spare key if you go out today. Keep it.
Swoon.
“Hey, so listen, I have some phone calls to make to the insurance company and to find someone to put in a security system and a door above the stairs, but when I’m done, any chance you could pick me up and take me to Reese’s office?”
“Yeah, sure. I’m pretty bored myself over here since Billy’s gone to work. What’s going on at the office?”
I smile. “Oh, you know, the usual. Just me going to finally tell our favorite numbers guy that I’m madly in love with him.” I hear the phone drop and Joey’s insanely high pitched screams.
“DYLAN. Oh, my fucking God. Yes, girl, yes. Hurry up and make those stupid phone calls and then text me when you’re ready. Ooohhh, I’m bursting over here.”
“And don’t say anything to Juls. I’d hate for her to leak it to Ian who would most likely blab. I feel like those men talk just as much as we do sometimes.”
“Mmmm mmm. Don’t you worry; my lips are sealed on this one. Take care of your shit, and then let’s get to the important matters at hand.”
I call the insurance company and make sure I won’t be responsible for any of the damage from the break in. They assure me the window is in fact being repaired during our phone call, and I will be up and running by tomorrow. Grabbing Reese’s iPad off the bed, I look up the number to a security system company and get an estimate on a top of the line alarm system to install. Using the commission from Justin’s stupid wedding, I go ahead and arrange for the men to come today and set it up. That way, it will also be ready by tomorrow. I’m not sure who the hell to call about getting a door put in, so I dial my parents and hold my breath knowing I’m about to get a huge ear full for not having called them last night.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Dylan. Something horrible could have happened to you. You could have been raped, murdered, Jesus Christ. I can’t believe you’re just now calling us.” My mother’s tirade goes on for a good ten minutes before I’m able to get a word in.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call. But I’m fine. Nothing happened and we’re pretty sure we know who it was and the police are looking for her.” Stupid red headed bitch.