KAIDEN
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON BEGINS with a headache and I haven't even opened my eyes yet. However, I’m not sure if it was from the two beers or the three shots I had last night. Either way, I’m not feeling too hot. In my attempts to stay in bed, my bladder alerts me that I have about ten seconds before my sheets are victimized. Annoyed as hell, I get up, eyes still shut trying to stay as close to sleep as possible, and hurry to the bathroom. I finish my business and head back to bed frustrated at the thought of missing some z’s because I’m more awake than I planned to be. I walk back into my room and notice a figure in my bed and silently panicking to myself. Out of instinct, I drop to the floor trying to stay hidden. Crawling from the door to my nightstand I grab my phone and retreat back to my bathroom without being noticed. Still trying to understand what’s going on, I call my sister Jamie and threaten her to answer as every ring gets nearer to her voicemail.
“Hello?”
Her voice trails off and I can hear her yelling at my niece to calm down. Thank God she answered.
“Jamie, I messed up. I messed up bad…” I whisper.
“Girl, why the hell are you talking like that? Are you home? Omg, are you in danger? Damnit Kaiden, beep twice if you need the authorities. Please tell me —”
“Shut up!”
I scream, interrupting her; I immediately cover my mouth.
“I’m home, I’m fine and no.”
“Then why the hell are you calling me sounding so ridiculous?”
“I’m great by the way and It’s nice to hear from you too, J.” I say with a hint of irritation.
Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I evaluate as to why I called my sister in the first place. I mean, it could have literally been anyone else. She continues lecturing me as I try to interrupt her, but she remains oblivious to how pressing this matter is. I mean has she even taken a break for air?
“Anyways, what's so important that you had to call me?” she says.
“Devin is here... In. My. Bed!” I say in hysterical hushed tones.
The line goes silent and I’m sure she’s hung up on me due to the amount of times we’ve had this conversation.
“Hello, Jamie?” I ask, checking to see if I was correct.
“Say less, I'm on the way.”
“Jamie, no! I’m good, I just need a second to process this. I need you to calm me down.”
“How did this happen, Kaiden? Why did this happen?”
The judgement is piercing, and I have no words to even begin to describe this. Why can’t I remember what happened? A knock at the bathroom door startles me and a panic erupts inside. Shit!
“Kaiden, baby, is everything okay?”
Baby?
“Baby!?” my sister screams over the phone.
“I’ll call you later, Jamie. Bye!” I murmur before I hang up.
“I’m fine, I’ll be out in a second!” yelling as if he’s not standing right outside the door.
“Okay, I'll make you some coffee. You still take it on ice, right?” he asks.
I hear his footsteps trail off to the kitchen before I can even answer and I'm still trying to figure out what to do. You can’t just sit here, Kaiden. Grow up! I flush the toilet, again, and run the water like I actually did something. Reluctantly, I walk down the hall into my kitchen and Devin is standing there in nothing but his basketball shorts. Damn...He’s been working out.
The sun peeks through the blinds, landing on his perfectly chiseled back so I take in the view. Once he notices that I’m there he turns around to meet my eyes and gives me that dimpled smile like time hasn’t passed us by. His ivory skin is tanned by the shimmering noon light and his hair, tousled to the side like it always has when he’s just gotten out of bed, but in the sexiest way possible. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me right now and I can’t say I’m not enjoying it. Why did we break up again?
“Good morning, beautiful.” he says as he hands me my cup.
He leans in for a kiss and I slightly turn my head and give him my cheek instead. I take a sip and stand there in awe still trying to recollect how we got here.
“Good morning. So… what exactly happened last night?” I say finally breaking my silence.
He looks at me to check if I’m being serious and the disappointment on his face shows his understanding of that. Turning back to the counter he pours his cup in silence as if I never asked a damn thing. He twist back around to face me, and he’s visibly upset.
“You met me in the lobby and asked me to come up, so we didn’t make a scene.”
“No, no, I know that. I’m talking about after the alcohol and arguing.”
He still looks confused. But after a moment of deciphering what I’m really asking he smiles and gets close to me. He runs his hands over my cheek and steps back once he notices how uncomfortable I am. Following his lead, I step back and urge him with a glare to answer my question.
“Well?” I plead.
“You mean... did we have sex?”
It’s Sunday and I’m pretty excited about my date tonight with Darren. Relax, this is just two friends having a good time. I push my thoughts to the side and remember that I have an appointment to get… never mind. Let’s just say, a girl could never be too careful. Throwing on an outfit, I hurry out the door so I can actually make it on time. Lord knows I don’t need another late fee.
I've finally made it to the shop and Kim must have seen me walking from my car because she's at the door and the silent shade of my tardiness has me feeling more discomfort than my actual sugar wax. She seems to be in a rush today, so we don’t talk about much, but she does find time to ask me if I have a boyfriend followed by the fact that my nails and eyebrows are the issue. I mention that I have a date tonight, but quickly regret it. To say she was unimpressed would be an understatement. Instead of acknowledging my statement, she continues with my service, going on about her plans for the rest of the day. I relinquish a few nods and ‘mhm’s’ so I’m not being completely rude but at this point, who cares?
She finishes and I inspect my region to make sure I’m good and of course I'm reminded why I endure this behavior because it's amazing work. When finished, I quickly pay and head out so I can make it home with enough time to get ready to see Darren later.
Running into my apartment, I rummage through my drawers trying to figure out whether I want to be comfortable or dressed to impress. I struggle with the thought of asking him, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise for tonight's festivities. It really doesn't help that I don't know what we are doing but thank goodness for a man that plans for the date in which he is requesting. Quite refreshing actually. Because I’m losing time, I decided to shoot a quick text and ask anyways.
Swoosh. I sit my phone on the bed and walk to my mirror to figure out my hair situation. I didn’t find time to wash it so I might have to settle for a water rinse and an obscene amount of gel. I’m going to regret this during wash day later. My phone alerts me that he has responded but I hop in the shower, so it'll have to wait. My phone then starts to ring so I assume he’s already here trying to rush me down to meet him. I jump out of the tub and the brisk air touches me forcing me to immediately regret not grabbing my towel. I press ‘#9’ to open the gate, but there's a voice on the other end…
“Hello?”
“Hey baby, we should really talk about what happened the other night.”