Green Eyed Daydream #Wattys2016

Chapter 3

Carrie's POV

Alex drops me off at my apartment, I thank him, apologizing profusely, and he's really sweet and understanding as usual. When I finally climb into my bed it's way past midnight. I feel exhausted, but at the same time my mind is racing. I toss and turn, trying to clear my head, but it's not working, all I seem to keep coming back to are those haunting green eyes. I check my phone, there are no missed calls or messages from Jonah. Later today we're supposed to meet for lunch. Should I come clean and tell him everything? Well, technically, I didn't cheat on him because I thought it was him the whole time. Right? I mean, I definitely felt something different. A stronger pull, a deeper passion, maybe my mind was clouded by whiskey, I really don't know. But I do know that Jonah will be livid. Beyond angry, and none of my explanations will make it okay in his mind. Is it worth it? This one momentary indiscretion is not worth ending my relationship with Jonah. I'll just pretend like it never happened. It meant nothing. It was nothing. Nothing.

Somehow I manage to fall asleep, and when I wake up it's nearly ten in the morning. I haven't slept in like this in forever. My morning routine is already thrown off, and so I don't bother to restore it. I skip the short yoga sequence I've been trying to stick to daily, and instead of my usual yogurt and fruit breakfast I make pancakes. It's Sunday, and other than my lunch date with Jonah, which I hope he'll still keep, I have no plans. After my very satisfying breakfast I take a relaxing shower, lingering there longer than usual. The warm water cascades down my back, and I close my eyes, my fingers move to my lips and I brush my fingertips along my mouth. That kiss. The slow, torturous pull of his lips on mine. The gentle invasion of his warm tongue. His hands... My phone ringing breaks through my thoughts. My eyes fly open and I shut off the water. I climb out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself. The phone screen lights up with Jonah's name. I answer.

"Hey, I was just getting out of the shower," I say, trying to keep my towel from falling off.

"I'm calling to see if we're still on for lunch," he says, his tone neutral.

"Yeah, for sure. I'm glad you called, I was beginning to wonder if you're still mad," I say, chewing on my lip, hoping he won't linger on our fight.

"Look, I am sorry for leaving you there. I was just too pissed to be around you, so I had to get out. I know it's not very mature. Selfish even. But I just want get past it."

"Me too," I agree eagerly. "Let's just pretend like last night never happened," I say, hoping I can stick to that plan myself.

"Deal," Jonah says, and I can sense relief in his voice. "So, I'll meet you at Fiori's at one?"

"Yes, I'll see you then."

We end the call, and I feel like order has been restored. Jonah and I are over our stupid fight, and we can just forget about last night. Just don't think about it. At all. Ever.