I didn't have to work so I stayed in bed the rest of the day, and thought about the time that I spent with Carter last night. I started to feel bad again about the way I left him, I mean I definitely enjoyed hanging out at the bar, and even being intimate with him, but then I thought, what would have happened when the moment ended. I would have been back to square one, my normal screwed up life.

My phone began to ring, and as I reached over to grab it, Jess ran into my room shouting, "Is that him?" As I looked over at her, I shook my head then tossed my phone to the other side of the bed.

"That was him, wasn't it?" she said, "why didn't you answer?"

"Jess, please..." I groaned, as I rolled on to my side, turning my back on her.

"Now you're just being stubborn Emery...you just thought he hated you, now he's calling and you won't even answer," she said, miffed.

"Close my door behind you Jess," I said sadly, as I dismissed her and bundled up in my blanket.