we can't be friends

4

I found it extremely difficult to fall asleep that night, unable to shake the thought of the last moment I had with Robert Crowne from my head. 

More so than that, I felt a considerably large amount of guilt for thinking of anyone else that wasn't Ian. 

It'd been such a long time since I'd met anyone who made me feel even sort of close to the way that Ian did when I first met him two years ago.

The only difference was the sensation that I got when I looked into Robert's eyes for the first time sent chills down my spine.

It occurred to me that I didn't text Ian when I got in last night, the thought only bothering me for a split second before I decided that I didn't really care since I was more than capable of taking care of myself. 

Besides, I was more than happy that Robert was kind enough to make sure to have gotten me home safely even though I lived pretty out of the way. 

The scent of his cologne was still on my jacket, and it was sure enough to send anyone who caught a whiff of it on the fritz.

As I held it close to my person, my mind couldn't help but to think back to the moment that I first ran into him in the kitchen, and the way the sound of his voice made me feel like I was going to melt away. 

To say that I was intimidated by Robert Crowne was the understatement of the century, but I have no idea what came over me in the moments that followed when I pushed him up against the refrigerator. 

The only way to describe the feeling was powerful and daring, and I was completely unaware of the fact that I had it in me to feel that way.

I was immediately pulled from my thoughts when I heard the loud ping of my doorbell, and I took a peek from the curtains to see who it was before heading to the door to let Ian in my place. 

I couldn't help but to let out a disappointed sigh, mentally kicking myself for wishing it were Robert who was at the door. 

My disappointment had apparently been showing on my face, Ian furrowing his eyebrows at me from his spot on the couch.

"Is something wrong, babe?" He asked me with a look of genuine concern on his face, causing me to shoot him a reassuring smile once I made the realization that I'd been grimacing that entire time.

"Mhm, everything's fine. I just wasn't expecting you over this early, Ian." I said with a light shake of my head, not even knowing what time it was since I just woke up. 

With my response, he looked down at his phone and slightly widened his big blue eyes before a light chuckle escaped his lips.

"It's almost 3 in the afternoon, Haz. Just how late were you out last night?" He said with a soft laugh, my eyes dropping to his phone screen that was lit up to show me what time it actually was.

Shit.

I couldn't believe that I'd slept in so late, but then I remembered that I didn't get to sleep until the first sounds of the birds chirping before the sun even started to fully come up. 

I just laughed it off as he did, going to sit beside him on the couch. 

He leaned over to give me a gentle kiss on the lips, happily returning it before I sat back to make myself more comfortable.

"I'm so sorry that I forgot to call when I got in last night, baby. I just had a little too much to drink and it slipped my mind, but it won't happen again I promise you."

"It's okay, babe. So long as you're feeling alright now and I'm just glad you made it in safely."

"I'm good, I promise you."