Knock.
Knock.
Panic grips me. “What time is it?”
Keen looks a little closer at his phone. “Eight.”
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
“Maggie,” Makayla calls. “You ready?”
I rush toward the bed and wrap the sheet around me before going to the door and cracking it open. “Hey,” I say through the small opening. “I’ll meet you downstairs. Give me five minutes.”
Looking really peaked, she starts to open the door. “You want me to help you pack?”
I close it a little. “No, I’m good. Meet you downstairs.”
“Okay. Cam is meeting Keen for breakfast. It’s just you, me, and Brooklyn,” she says, rather relieved I don’t need her help, I can tell.
Hung over—obviously.
I close the door and lean against it. Keen is gathering his things that are scattered all over the room and I wish I could stay. But I can’t. I start my new job tomorrow and he has to work today anyway. Geez . . . he works all the time, from what I can tell.
Looking up, he catches my eye. “Remember what we decided.”
“I do,” I answer resolutely.
Promise.
Maggie
Date: January 1
Time: 11:11 a.m. EST
Big Dick: Make it to the airport on time?
Me: Who is this?
Big Dick: How many big dicks do you know?
Me: Enough to make me wonder.
Big Dick: How about the last big dick that was in your bed?
Me: Keen, it’s you. Sorry :)
Big Dick: haha! Glad I made such an impression.
Me: By the name you gave yourself in my phone I assume you think it was a big one.
Big Dick: With the way you were screaming my name, I didn’t think there were any complaints.
Me: bahaha! I didn’t realize you’d changed your name after we exchanged numbers last night.
Big Dick: Did it while we were exchanging numbers. You were too distracted by my big dick.
Me: Was I? Don’t remember. Do you see stars when you come?
Big Dick: Ummm . . . no. Do you?
Me: Sometimes.
Big Dick: Did you see stars when I made you come?
Me: A girl never tells. They’re telling us to turn off our phones.
Big Dick: Way to leave me hanging.
Me: By the way, I’m changing your name to Best Lay Ever.
Big Dick: You weren’t half bad yourself, Maggie May. Have a safe flight, bedwrecker.
Date: January 1
Time: 9:12 p.m. PST
Me: Made it home. I smell like you.
Best Lay Ever: Wish I could smell you.
Me: Me too. What are you doing?
Best Lay Ever: Working. What about you?
Me: Lying in my bed.
Best Lay Ever: What are you wearing?
Me: OMG! I knew you were going to ask me that.
Best Lay Ever: What guy wouldn’t say that when a gorgeous girl says she is lying in bed, haha.
Me: You’re so full of compliments. Because of that I’ll tell you. A camisole and your black boxer briefs. Did you miss them? haha
Best Lay Ever: You’re sneaky . . . bedwrecker. I looked all over that room after you left. Had to meet Cam going commando.
Me: I’ll keep them safe for you until you get here.
Best Lay Ever: When I get there, you will not be wearing my boxers though.
Me: What do you want me wearing?
Best Lay Ever: Not a goddamn thing.
Me: That can be arranged.
Best Lay Ever: Good. Just so you know, I’m going to book a room for that weekend at the Montage Resort.
Me: :( You’re not staying here with me?
Best Lay Ever: You’re staying with me. With as loud as you are, the last thing I want is my brother hearing you scream my name all night. And it will be all night, Maggie.
Me: Changing your name to Mr. Arrogant.
Mr. Arrogant: Sir would be better, but I preferred Best Lay Ever.
Me: I’ll be dreaming of you. Sweet Dreams. :)
Mr. Arrogant: Sleep well, Maggie, but my dreams will be anything but sweet.
Date: January 2
Time: 5:06 a.m. PST
Mr. Arrogant: To answer your question, I don’t see stars when I come, I don’t see anything. It’s more of a feeling.
Me: What kind of feeling?
Mr. Arrogant: Like everything makes sense in the world, for that short time, anyway. Like I can see things so clearly.
Me: You are awful philosophical for so early in the morning. If I weren’t so tired I’d change your name to Socrates.
Mr. Arrogant: I’m pretty sure he had a big dick.
Me: See, your mind always goes to sex.
Mr. Arrogant: So does yours. After all, you asked the question. I thought about it and gave you an answer.
Me: Much appreciated. I like the stars better.
Mr. Arrogant: haha! Later.
Date: January 2
Time: 9:02 a.m. PST
Mr. Arrogant: Booked my flight.
Me: Well aren’t you efficient today!
Me: Now that I’m awake, I can tell you that I dreamt of you last night.
Man of My Dreams: Hold that thought. Headed to a meeting and can’t be sporting wood when I walk in.