The man beside me doesn’t so much as flinch. She hates daytime Sarah.Ĭlaire doesn’t answer, so I ease myself into a sitting position and pull the charger from my phone, letting the cable drop noisily to the floor. I can’t help nighttime Sarah,I message back. Why do you always sleep with someone when you’re supposed to go for a run with me? I can hear her outside my door, moving around the kitchen before she suddenly goes quiet. A calendar notification reminds me what I’m supposed to be doing right now and I text Claire, my roommate, my reason to cancel. There’s a sharp buzz beside me and I reach for my phone on the nightstand. I lie back against the pillows, annoyed with myself. That, of course, can be explained by the mounting ache behind my eyes and the fact that my mouth feels like I coughed up a furball. I have vague memories of sitting at a bar, an empty shot glass in front of me and the weight of warm hands on my hips. I stare at the head of dark hair beside me, trying to recall his face.
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