I wake up with a splitting headache. I'm pretty sure it was from drinking all of that wine last night. I definitely can't even imagine going into work.
I pick my phone up and see a bunch of messages. I groan. But the first thing I need to do is call work and tell them that I won't be in today. It won't be that big of a deal since I never take off work, but I still am nervous to call out. My boss picks up his phone and tells me to feel better and that I can take Friday off as well. He doesn't seem upset at all and actually seems to be concerned about my well-being, so I feel much better emotionally about skipping work.
After I hang up the phone, I check the messages that I received last night. I'm surprised by the number of messages I've gotten from Matt. He's never really checked in on me before, so it is confusing to see that I've missed about 10 texts from him. And then 3 from Trixie. I look at Trixie's first because I feel like they will be less stressful to deal with than Matt's.
"Hey girl. Can't wait for Friday!!!"
Then, "Hey, you okay? Matt is looking for you..."
And lastly, "Where are you??? Text me when you get this."I was wrong. Trixie's texts are incredibly stressful. Why is Matt looking for me? Why did he text her? What is going on?
I text her back right away.
"Trix! I'm so sorry. I drank a bunch of wine and passed out. I'm alright. Sorry for making you worry! Text back!"
I look at the messages from Matt. At first, he tells me what he's been doing with the guys. Then, he asks what I'm doing. Then, he asks where I am. Then, he says he's going to ask Trixie. There are so many messages from him and it's really unlike him to be so concerned about my whereabouts; I start to wonder why he is. I send a similar message to him that I sent to Trixie. Neither of them has to know that I was drinking wine with someone else.
Speaking of him, I walk back into the room. He's still sleeping peacefully. Even though I have a huge bout of guilt sitting in my gut, seeing him like that brings me a sense of calm, and all I want to do is climb back into the bed and snuggle up next to him.
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RomanceI was bored. No that's a lie. I wasn't bored. I was just me. And I was lonely. And it wasn't supposed to mean anything. It really wasn't. But we found each other when we were both lost. A love story that wasn't meant to happen.