69. Rosalyn

SIXTY-NINE

ROSALYN

I stare down at my phone.

Nathan: Drinks, same time, same place. Friday?

I just finished making myself another cup of coffee after my quick shower. And Nathan is texting me, seeing if I want to go out again next weekend, after not saying anything at all when I got out of his car.

Me: I'm working Friday night.

He replies immediately.

Nathan: Saturday night then.

Me: I'm working Saturday night too.

Nathan: Meet me after.

I drag my teeth over my lower lip.

Me: Do I get to see Charles?

My question implies we'll end up back at his place. But I figure that's a given, so I don't feel bad about being so forward.

Nathan: Let me ask him if he'll be home.

I picture Nathan turning to his cat and asking him the question out loud. And I know I'm screwed.

I'm going to say yes to drinks. We'll have another mind-blowing night in his bed. And then, when this thing between us fizzles out, I'll only have myself to blame for my broken heart.

Nathan: He has lunch plans but said he'll be home by the evening.

Instead of laughing, his response makes me want to cry. Because by the end of this, I'm going to be just as attached to his fucking cat.

I close my eyes and take a breath before replying. Dooming myself to heartache, but unable to stop.

Me: I'll meet you there.