Something was beeping.
I rolled over in the bed and the sheets twisted tighter around me. Lauren’s naked back was pressed up against mine. I pulled my legs out of the sheets and looked at her. She was still asleep, her mouth slightly open, her arms buried beneath the pillow.
I sat up and yawned. We’d gone back to my hotel room, ordered room service and spent the evening in bed. It wasn’t just like old times, but it was close and that was good enough.
As I stared at Lauren, thoughts about the implications of our night tried to rush into my head. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had sex, much less the last time I'd been with Lauren. I wondered how long it had been for her or if it was even my place to wonder. I really didn't want to thing about those things, though. I wanted to stay in the present. I wasn’t going to ruin the morning.
But the beeping was trying to ruin it.
Lauren stirred and twisted her head in my direction. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I said, pulling on my jeans.
“What is that?”
“I think it’s my phone.”
“It sounds like a siren.”
I laughed. “Hung over?”
She laughed, too. “I don’t drink much anymore. Been a long time since I’ve killed off a bottle of wine in one sitting.”
I pointed to the table where our dinner trays and dishes were stacked. “Two bottles.”
She pulled the sheet up to her neck and closed her eyes. “Two bottles. Yes.” The phone beeped again. “And I will break that thing if you don’t turn it off.”
I sifted through the pile of clothes on the floor, but couldn’t find it. It beeped again and I realized it was coming from the bathroom. Somewhere in the foggy haze of the previous evening, I remembered plugging it in to charge. I unsnapped it from the charger and walked back out to the room.
“Got it,” I said, holding it up so she could see.
“Good work,” she murmured, her eyes closed once again. I watched her, focusing on the familiar rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the way her hair fanned out on the pillow, a tangled mess of auburn strands.
I returned my attention to the phone. The blinking icon on the screen told me I had a message. I checked the missed calls log, but didn’t recognize the number. I dialed the voicemail number.
Lauren rolled out of bed, the sheet wrapped around her. “I’m going to make this easy on both of us. No breakfast, alright?”
The voicemail was telling me that I had one message. “We can have breakfast, Lauren. It’s fine.”
She pushed her hair away from her face and grabbed her clothes off the floor. “No. Not a good idea. Let’s not go crazy here.”
I didn’t know if she was saying that for her benefit or for mine. “Why is breakfast crazy?”
She walked past me toward the bathroom. “It’s not breakfast that’s crazy, Joe.”
I listened to the message, but grabbed her elbow as she passed. “Wait.”
She frowned at me, but she didn’t pull away. I finished listening to the message, wanting to make sure I heard it correctly. Then I shut the phone off and looked at her. “Okay, I can’t have breakfast with you.”
Her eyebrows narrowed and the frown morphed into confusion. “First you wanna have breakfast, now you don’t? Joe, I already said it was okay. I’m not looking to rush you back to the altar. That’s not what this was.”
“I know that,” I said, frustrated that I wasn’t getting things out the way I wanted to. “But what I’m saying is I can’t have breakfast with you. Today.”
Her forehead wrinkled and she shrugged, like I wasn’t making any sense.
I wasn’t.
I held up the phone. “The beeping. I had a message.”
Lauren slid her elbow out of my hand and tightened the sheet around her body. “Fine.”
“It’s Chuck. He’s awake.”