Page 80 of I Won't Be In On Monday

I take a deep breath and grab my laptop and turn it on. If I'm up, I might as well do some work. I log into my emails and see an email from Max.

Hey, just had dinner with the girls. What happened to Juniper?

Huh?I think to myself. What is he talking about? She didn't tell him, did she? No. There's no way she told him. I mean, why would she tell my partner that we made love? I pause as I think to myself,We never actually made love. We were naked and pleasured each other, but I didn’t take that step. I should have. I wanted to, and she wanted me to. I knew she did, but I knew there was a possibility she'd regret it.Of course, I wanted to be her first. When you had feelings for someone like I had for Juniper.

I sit up and I frown. "What the fuck are you thinking?" I mumble to myself. "You do not have feelings for her, Remington. Get your act together." I power off the TV and head back to my bedroom. I pick up my phone. I don't know what I'm doing, but I find myself texting Juniper.

Hey, I just wanted to apologize if I did or said anything that made you upset at me.

I lie there looking at the ceiling. I don't expect a response, but when the phone beeps, I freeze. I look down at the screen. It's Juniper.

No apology is necessary.

Ooh, what are you doing up?I text back quickly.

The same thing as you, I guess,she texts back.

Before I know what I'm doing, I press the button and call her. The phone rings four times, and I feel like she's not going to answer.

"Hello?" she says, sounding sleepy.

"Hi. I figured instead of playing the text game, I should just call you.”

“I'm in bed, Remington."

"I know you're in bed. Well, I mean, I didn't know you were in bed, but I assumed you were in bed."

"Then why did you text me?"

"Because I just wanted to apologize."

"Okay, apology accepted, even though you didn't really need to."

“What are you doing up so late?"

"I couldn't sleep," she says.

"Why couldn't you sleep?"

"I don't know. Maybe because I'm excited for my date today or something."

"So, you're still going on that?"

"Yeah, I'm still going on that. Sorry to disappoint you."

"I'm not disappointed, I just..." I frown. "You can do whatever you want. I'm happy for you that you're going on a date."

"Great." She sighs. "Sorry, I didn't mean to go off on you. It's just been a weird day for me."

"Because of me?" I ask.

"No, everything doesn't revolve around you."

"Because you're excited about your date?"

"No, not even that."

"Then, what?"

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