Page 122 of To Love or to Lose
I can’t disclose that
information over text
message. Maybe call me?
You’re right, we can’t
have evidence of your
infatuation.
With that, my phone buzzes in my hand.
Instead of a call though, it’s a FaceTime. “I’m still in bed,” I groan as I answer.
I go silent when I look at my screen, now illuminated with a very shirtless Jameson Beaumont brushing his teeth.
“You just woke up?” His voice is muffled through toothpaste as he picks up his phone to check the time. “It’s almost eleven.”
“I stayed up late,” I protest.
“Um, no you didn’t,” Jameson says. “You fell asleep at like one A.M.”
“Huh?”
“You fell asleep on the phone with me.” He confirms my suspicions.
It makes me feel odd, knowing I went to sleep while still on call with Jameson. It feels way more intimate than I ever expected to be with him. “Interesting.”
“Yeah, and you snore like you need a CPAP machine,” he replies, his tone completely serious.
“Yeah, I’ll probably need one eventually.” I will not deny that I occasionally snore in my sleep because it’s probably true.
I’ve never been a good sleeper, and I know it’s probably caused by a million different things: stress, my eating habits, snoring.
“That’s okay,” Jameson says, like he is saying,‘I would still call you in the middle of the night.”
“Maybe I’d look good wearing a CPAP machine,” I joke as I stand from my bed, slipping my feet into slippers.
“Oh, I’m sure,” Jameson laughs. “Where are you going?” He asks, seeing me move throughout my room.
“The bathroom. I have to brush my teeth.” I set my phone down on the counter, just like Jameson did.
“Are you doing anything today?” He asks once I’m almost done brushing my teeth.
I nod, spitting out the toothpaste out of the camera's view. “I’m going to meet Eloise and Winnie at Taylor’s Diner later today.”
“Do you guys hang out there a lot?”
“Yeah.” I grab my hairbrush, beginning to run it through my disheveled hair. “Eloise pretends to work, when really the only table she serves is ours. Plus, we get free food.”
Suddenly, Jameson looks conflicted, which makes me realize that he probably asked me if I was busy for a reason, and now it’s become awkward.
“You and the boys should come,” I tell him. “I mean, if you’re not doing anything.”
“Yeah, that would be fun.” Jameson smiles. “What time?”
“We’re meeting there around three.” I pick my phone up off the counter, heading back into my bedroom.
