One Day

One Day - 1

I yawned, my eyes fluttering open. Sun flittered in through the window, making the walls remind me of the sky. My eyes scanned the room, only to land on Michael's messed-up hair and slight chin stubble. I pushed my fingers through his hair, letting my fingers trace his cheek to his jaw. I smiled when his arm moved to my waist. I felt like I was still dreaming. "Babe..."

"Hmm...?"

"Shouldn't you be getting up?" I mumbled, my hand resting against his cheek.

"I should, but that would mean leaving you." He whispered, his eyes fluttering open.

"That is true, but it's a short day at work, right?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I want to leave you." His fingers gently dusted along the sliver of skin showing between my clothes, making me smile at his warmth.

"That is true."

A sound left his throat as he shifted, his arm slipping away from me. Frowning, I sat up. "I promise, it won't be a late night, Bre."

"You'll be home before I have a chance to miss you?"

He smiled. "Absolutely." I hugged his waist tightly, listening to his heartbeat.

After what seemed like seconds, he pulled himself up. I watched him strut to the bathroom, hearing the shower start soon after. Unlocking my phone, I realized that it was Monday. They were never good, especially when everything changes on Mondays.

I know you hate me, but call me when you have a chance. I have some news. ~ D

My brow furrowed, trying to figure out who texted me. Dennis was in my phone as Dennis, not D. Who else did I know whose name started with a D? My eyes widened when I remembered the last conversation we had. I don't even know why I believe you anymore. Why do I let you tear me apart repeatedly?

Delilah.

I pushed myself up, a tiny knot forming in my stomach. The last time we talked, she mentioned that she didn't want to hear from me ever again. I shook my head, walking into the bathroom instead of responding. Pulling the curtain back, I climbed into the shower with him.

"You came to join me?"

I smiled softly, nodding as I reached for his body wash. "Do you object to that?" I asked, my fingers running over his skin under the water. The water fell in rivers down his back, reminding me of the summers we've spent together. Summers of long nights and even longer days.

"Bre?" I gulped, my eyes landed on his face as he stood in front of me. "You okay, princess?"

I nodded. "Just let me get you clean," I mumbled, my fingers moving over his skin. The tiny tattoo on his chest stared back at me, reminding me that we all have our struggles. He needed to focus. My problems couldn't trouble him now. "Seriously, Mike... I'm fine," I insisted when he gave me a look that would have melted my insides. "You have to go to work..."

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"It's been so long, Dennis..." I mumbled, thinking about the last words she said. You're dead to me.

"Wait, you mean Delilah?"

I gave him a look. "Do you even listen to me when I talk?"

"Yeah, but you haven't talked about her in years."

"I haven't seen or heard from her since college."

"It's really been that long, huh?"

I nodded, glancing at my purse. "I should respond, huh?" I asked, my pinky tracing the dented part of the cup.