I didn't get to sleeptest the new feather bed last night because I didn't come home.
I had every intention of coming home but then as is tradition with narcoleptics I found myself a little tiny bit relaxed and closed my eyes for JUST A MINUTE and...
Boom.
Out like a match in a windstorm.
Something about the closeness of the boathouse walls. Something about the darker atmosphere. Something about his heartbeat lulls me into a calm that will put me under in seconds. He said he didn't have the heart to send me back just yet so he put his head down against mine and closed his eyes too and when I opened my eyes it was morning already and wow, my neck was so stiff I was in tears before I stood up.
That caused an issue because he wasn't about to let me head back over to the house crying, sore and disheveled.
I need to go.
Bridget think about this. I don't want to spend our lives moving two steps forward, twelve back. He's going to misunderstand. Ask him to come over so he can see for himself what the night was like.
I nod. He's right. That's it. I can do that. Makes more sense than being shouted down while telling the truth due to some sense of duty or honour or just plain offence.
I call Lochlan.
I fell asleep here. We were watching the waves from the couch and I just went out and now my neck hurts and I'm worried about how you might feel and-
I know.
How?
I checked on you.
Really?
Yeah, you were both asleep so I came home.
I'm sorry.
You coming home?
Come and meet me?
Give me two minutes to get my boots. You okay?
It just feels weird.
I understand that.
I know you would. I'm sorry.
I'm not mad, Bridget.
I hang up and Caleb turns around. There's the box again.
Before he gets here, there's something I want you to have.
