All Figured Out

Mila

Late on Friday night, my phone rang. I was already sleeping, and it took me a while to find my phone on my nightstand.

“Are you awake?” Ben asked.

I smiled. “I am, now.”

“Can I come over? I have great news.”

I looked at the alarm clock next to my lamp. The red numbers said it was well after midnight.

“Of course,” I said.

Half an hour later, a cab pulled up and dropped Ben off in front of my apartment building. I had been looking out for him. I buzzed him up before he rang my apartment, and I smiled when he stumbled up the step to the front door. He had been drinking.

When I opened the front door to him, he stepped forward and folded me against his body.

“I missed you,” he said.

I laughed. “It’s been two days.”

“Two days too many,” Ben said. He smelled like beer and cigarette smoke.

“Where were you?” I asked.

“I was at the bar, having drinks with Jerrod.”

I raised my eyebrows. It was good news. Unexpected, and good. I led Ben into my apartment and closed the door.

“Get back in bed