The Dark Makes The Good Hurt

I wake up to my phone going off. My first reaction is to complain before I jump up in bed. I swipe my phone off the desk and answer it with a quick hello. “You just wake up?” Oliver asks with a chuckle. I stumble out of my blankets and start stripping my clothes off.

“No, I was just in the other room. I am running a little late, but I’m almost done. Wait for me downstairs?” He hesitates, and I send out a wish that he doesn’t offer to come up.

“Okay, I’ll wait. Take your time. I left a few minutes late, so I’m still walking over.” I hang up throwing my phone on to the bed, so I can use both hands. My alarm was supposed to go off over an hour ago, so I could get ready and look nice for our date today. Luckily, I set my clothes out last night knowing there was a chance I wouldn’t wake up in time. There’s a little black sundress that I throw on, paired with long socks and tennis shoes. It’s finally warm out, so I let my arms stay bare.