Archives for April 2020

“Hi, is this seat taken,” I asked jokingly as I stood at a mostly empty bar. 

The one man sitting in the terminal bar looked at me with a confused look on his face, and I laughed. He smiled, and I took a seat two places away from him. The bartender came around to our side of the bar. 

“I only have drinks today.” He said. 

“That’s fine, can I please have a vodka and tonic please, Brustros vodka if you have it. Thanks.”

The bar tender nodded as he turned to grab the glass and set to making my drink. I looked around at the airport terminal, there had to be twenty-five people in the entire terminal at best. Normally, LAX was packed as the whole world passed through these halls. Now it was just me and a few strangers. Normally this bar, that sat in the middle of the terminal was packed, I now had my pick of seats, and prompt service. 

“Flight number?” The bartender asked as he slid my drink in front of me. 

“AA445,” I replied and slid my bank card towards him.

“Chicago right?” He asked as he took it to the till attached to the counter where all of the alcohol stood. 

“Good call”

I sipped my drink hoping it would take the edge off. I used to be a very nervous flyer but as work required me to fly more, the nerves fell away. However something about seeing the world so empty and traveling during quarantine set me on edge. I hoped a good strong drink would deaden the prickly edges of my nervousness. The bar tender handed me my card walked away. A child squealed off in the distance, and it made me wonder who would bring a toddler out in this, but who knows? It’s not my place to judge, I’m the idiot flying across the country during a global pandemic. I looked in the direction of the noise and saw a chubby toddler running full-steam from his weary parents. The boy with his straight black hair and bright eyes, wore a face mask. It was just another unsettling reminder of how much life had changed. At that thought I took another sip of my drink. 

“You’re going to Chicago,” a man’s voice asked.

I turned back in his direction, he was the one I had asked about the seat. We were the only two patrons on this side of the oval shaped bar. He wore the uniform of a well-traveled man. An Oxford button down shirt, navy sport jacket, tailored jeans, and leather loafers. His leather brief case sat on top of his expensive rolling luggage wedged between his seat and the one next to him. His icy blue eyes complemented his hair, that was almost the perfect shade of gold, with dark brown undertones. He wore it cut longer, so I could see just a hint of a natural curl to it. 

“I am.”

“Where are you off to,” I asked? Normally, I kept to myself. I didn’t make “single-serving friends,” as the term was coined from the film Fight Club. 

“Boston.”

“Are you traveling for business or pleasure?”

“Neither, I’m going home.”

“Ah,” I replied, not quite sure what he meant but it, but there was something about the way he said it that made the statement feel like a loaded grenade. I left the loaded statement sit on the bar as I took a sip of my drink.

“You, are you traveling for business or pleasure?”

“Coming home, from business. I flew out here before everything hit the fan. My company asked me to stay out here for an extra week. I did and then I woke up to a pink slip this morning. No warning, no explanation. It’s happening to a lot of people right now, I was just caught off guard.” Take that grenade in return, I thought to myself.

“That’s rough. What do you do? I mean what did you do?”

“I was a V.P. of strategic communication at March & Wakemen. You?”

“I work in entertainment out here. Sorry, about your job. Companies are going to need good comms people when this is over, I’m sure you’ll land on your feet.”

“Let’s hope,” I said as I raised my glass, and he raised his in return. We both sipped our drinks. My guess was his was scotch. He looked like a scotch drinker to me. There was a pause in our conversation and I looked around the mostly empty terminal again. I took another sip of my drink and put together what I knew of the handsome man at the end of the bar. He said home was in Chicago, but he worked out here. Hmmmm, mystery, but I didn’t want to pry. If I was going to have a single-serving friend, I was going to be a good one. 

“Flight 487 to Dallas is now boarding at Gate M13. Flight 487 To Dallas is now boarding at Gate M13.” A woman’s voice echoed through the terminal. 

The man on the other side of the bar, downed the rest of his beer, grabbed his bags and walked over to the gate. The man next to me, and I watched a total of eight people board the flight. 

“Last call for flight 487 to Dallas.” The airline employee said, clearly out of formality, they had everyone on the flight. 

“That’s an odd scene, isn’t it?” The man two seats down from me asked. 

“It is. This feels like a strange dream, I keep expecting to wake from. Yet, here I still am.”

“I’m James,” he put his hand forward to shake mine and then pulled it away and waved instead.

“Hi James, I’m Lily.”

“Nice to meet you Lily. So what are your plans when you get to Chicago?”

“I guess the same as everyone else, I’ll hunker down and wait this thing out.” 

We watched two more flights board as the terminal emptied. We each ordered another dink, there wasn’t much else to do. 

“What time is your flight?”

I looked down at my ticket. “6:45, I’ve got an hour. I doubt they’re going to start boarding soon. I wonder if I am the only person on the flight? What time is yours?”

“7:15. I think you’re right. Other than those people and the bartender I think we’re the only ones in the terminal right now. What a weird experience.”

I looked a the two women across the terminal who were looking out the window to the tarmac and then glanced around. James was correct, it really was just us. My stomach growled loudly. Two vodka and tonics on an already nervous stomach may not have been the best idea. I put my hand over my stomach. 

“I wonder where I can get some food?”

“The bar will have food.”

“Nope, the bartender said drinks only when I sat down.”

“Let’s ask him where to find food, I’m hungry too,” he gestured towards the bartender who was on the other side of the bar wiping it down. “Excuse me.”

The bartender stood and came over. “Another round,” he asked as he picked up the scotch bottle James was drinking.

“No thanks, say do you know where we could find some food?”

The bartender thought, “well there’s nothing in this terminal. You could try terminal J. I now there’s an In and Out Burger over there that is rumored to be open. Everywhere else you’ll have to go back out through security but, honestly I wouldn’t risk it. You’re two flights are the last two tonight and I don’t know if you be able to get back through. They’ve been running a lean crew as it is.”

James turned towards me, “Want to give it a try?”

“It’s better than our current options,” I paused for emphasis, “nothing.” 

James let out a little laugh.

“Do you want anything,” he turned asking the bartender.

The small gesture struck me, it was so simple but so kind. 

“Nah, I’m good. Almost done for the day. Thanks though.”

James stood and grabbed his luggage as I followed suit. I could feel the vodka in my system. I wasn’t drunk, not even close, but I felt happy and at ease. James and I set off in search of terminal A and did not pass another soul as we walked through the empty airport. 

“I expect to hear my alarm going off at any minute, and wake up from this weird dream,” James said as we entered terminal A which was just as empty as ours was. 

“I was just thinking the same thing. I smell French fries.”

“Me too, now I’m really hungry.”

I let out a little laugh as we walked through the terminal. Half way through, the terminal opened to a circle with food options and a few tables on either side of the main hall. All of the food options were closed and my stomach reminded me that it would be a long flight to Chicago, hungry. An employee in the In and Out Burger walked from behind the wall to the kitchen and came around to the register. The gate was down but James and I looked at each other and walked up.

“Excuse me, do you have any food left for sale?” James asked.

“Sorry we’re closed.”

“I understand. But there is nothing to eat in the airport right now and my friend and I both have long flights. I’ll pay you double.”

The employee looked up at that, and held up a finger signaling for us to wait as he went behind the wall. I looked up at James who shrugged. The man returned a minute later with a large white to-go bag. He walked up to the gate and opened it handing us the bag of food.

“It’s just fries, they’re probably cold but it’s something.”

James reached for his wallet. 

“No charge man.”

“Then something for your trouble,” James insisted.

“Don’t worry about. Stay safe.” He said as he walked back behind the gate and pulled it down.

My phone buzzed and I reached into my back pocket to retrieve it, the bag of fries in my other hand. 

“My flight’s been delayed until 8. How is there a delay? No one’s traveling,” I asked to no one in particular.

“Maybe the plane left Chicago late?”

I nodded, and looked towards the end of the terminal where the last of the day’s golden sun streaked through the windows at the end. 

“I love the color of the sunlight here. It is so beautiful.”

“Why don’t we go sit down there then. Let you soak it all in before you return to Chicago?”

“Sure.”

James and I walked to the end of the terminal and sat directly in the waining sunset. We dug into the bag which had a generous helping of French fries. It wasn’t enough for a meal for both of us but there was enough food to take the edge off of hunger. I felt like a teenager eating just fries, with my single serving friend. In the middle of a spacious airport, there was an intimate feeling between us, like we were the last two people left in the building. I knew it wasn’t true. James’ phone buzzed and he pulled it from his jacket pocket.

“Huh, my flight’s delayed now too.”

“How long?”

“Two hours, like yours.”

“That makes me nervous. I hope our flights are cancelled. I don’t want to go back to the hotel. I want my own bed.”

“Nah, they won’t cancel.”

I was skeptical as James put his phone back in his pocket. He reached for another French fry as his phone began to buzz again. He pulled it out.

“Sorry I have to take this,” he said as he stood up and walked away. 

I tried not to eavesdrop but it was hard not to in the silent terminal. James had walked back towards the food court, but his voice still carried. 

“Yes, I’m at the airport. Look I don’t know why we have to do this now, in the middle of a global pandemic. Isn’t it enough that I am flying across the country to be there?”

I couldn’t hear the other end of the call, but there was tension in Jame’s voice and I felt uncomfortable listening. I reached for my bag, to grab my own phone as I heard him continue.

“What difference does it make? Why couldn’t you just send me the papers, I don’t see why I have to be there to sign them.”

Was he going home to sign divorce papers I wondered. I had not noticed a wedding ring. His annoyance was turning to anger as I watched him begin to pace out of the corner of my eye. 

“I am staying in the guest house. Look, I’ll sign the damn papers but then I am coming home,” there was a pause as the other person on the phone talked. “You don’t get to tell me where home is anymore,” he said as he hung up the phone. 

He brought his hand up to his head but I couldn’t see what he was doing, he stood with his back to me. I looked at my phone as I put another French fry into my mouth, trying to act like I was oblivious to the call I had just witnessed. James walked back up and sat down.

“Sorry about that.”

“Huh,” I said trying to be polite.

James understood and gave a slight smile of acknowledgment.

“Would you like a magic French fry?”

James looked at me quizzically as I picked up a French fry.

“This is not just any French fry, you see it’s a magical L.A. French fry.”

James laughed as I continued on.

“Yes, it will make you younger, richer, healthier.” I laughed and put the fry back down.

“No, keep going, you have my attention.”

There was a genuine smile on his face, and for the first time, I truly noticed how handsome he was. 

“Well, Sir, this magical fry,” I said as I picked it back up, “it also cures all ailments and maladies. Generations of explorers have searched for this magical fry only too end up disappointed. I offer it to you my weary traveling friend.” 

I held out the fry and James laughed. 

“Magic you say? That was quite the story. You’d fit in well out here.” 

“I guess you doubt it’s magic. This fry will have to be all mine then.” 

“No, no I don’t doubt it.”

I raised an eyebrow as I looked at James and laughed as he took the French fry from my hand. He popped it into his mouth and chewed slowly with emphasis and swallowed.

“Is it working? Do I look younger, healthier?” He joke turning his face side to side.

“Whoah you do.” I laughed.

James laughed too. 

“Thanks for sacrificing that magical fry for me, a weary traveler,” he joked.

We both laughed as I wrapped up the paper the fries had sat on and put all of our trash into the bag. I stood up and took the empty bag and put it into the trash can.

“What time is I,” I asked looking back at James.

“It’s 6:08.”

James got up and grabbed his luggage and mine as he pulled mine over to me. I took it from him as we began to walk slowly towards the terminal entrance. 

“Do you want to walk to terminal D? I don’t think we have to leave the security to do it.” He asked.

I weight my options, the only thing that awaited us in our departure terminal was the bar, and I had my fill. 

“All right.” 

We pulled out luggage through the empty airport towards terminal D. The sole of my leather loafer echoed through the empty halls. 

“I’m going back to Boston to sign divorce papers,” James said.

His statement caught me off guard.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Me, too. My soon to be ex-wife is insisting I be there to sign in person. I think she’s going to try to use our kids to get more out of me.”

“That’s rotten. How old are your children.”

“I have two girls, Ellie who’s 11 and Margie who’s 13. I hate that they’re having to go through this. I took a job out here and my ex, Karen, didn’t want to move the girls out here.”

“How long have you been working out here?”

“Five years. They did live here up to a year ago. I couldn’t understand what was so bad about living out here. Karen, just hated it. She wanted to be home in Boston with her friends. She started flying home most weekends, and weekends turned into long weekends, and then weeks at a time, until one day she called and said she was done with our life out here. I think there’s someone else in Boston.”

“That’s rough.”

“I worry about my girls. I hope this doesn’t destroy our relationship.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Did you offer to move back?”

“I did, no job is worth my family. When I told her I’d finally move back, she told me not to bother, it wouldn’t make a difference.”

“Ah, sense your suspicions of someone else.”

James nodded. Our walking slowed as I put my hand on his arm to comfort him. He put his hand over mine. The gesture felt appropriate and awkward at the same time. 

“We’re a barrel of fun, you and I. Unemployed and well, you…” I gestured. 

“I guess we are. I think this is the most fun I’ve ever had in an airport.”

“That’s just sad,” I joked.

“No, I mean it. I knew this trip was going to be difficult and I didn’t expect… I’m glad I met you.”

“I’m glad I met you too.”

We turned into terminal D, which was deserted. My heels clacked on the floor echoing through the terminal. We walked in silence past empty gate after gate. This terminal was longer than the previous two. James stopped in the middle of the terminal and I stopped two steps ahead of him and looked back in his direction. Letting go of his luggage he walked up to me and slid his hand along my cheek. I could smell his cologne as he stepped towards me. His hand was soft against my cheek. He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across mine. I stood in awe as he pulled away.

“I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t have done that. I just wanted to know.”

“Know what,” I said as I licked my lips, still tasting him, and the salt from the fries. 

“I wanted to know what kissing you would feel like,” he said with an embarrassed look on his face, “I’m sorry if..”

I closed the space between us and wrapped my arm around his neck as I pulled my his lips to mine. This time I felt him brush his tongue across mine, and it had the same effect of striking a match as I my body felt like it was in flames. I had never had an experience like this before. I didn’t know I was drunk from the booze and didn’t realize it, or the current situation of being alone in an airport during a global pandemic, but something in my let go of my reserved nature. He pulled my body in tighter against his as his kiss deepened. I took my hand off of my luggage and looped it around his neck, as I held him with both hands.

He pulled away and looked down at me. I had not realized how much taller than me he was than me. There was something in his icy blue eyes that pierced through me.

“Wow,” he whispered. 

“Wow good, or wow bad?” I asked softly.

“Wow good, very good.”

In the boldest action of my life. I pulled his hand over to a gate, the noise of my shoes muffled on the carpet of the gate. I pulled his hand gently behind the wall of the desk at the gate. As soon as we stepped behind it, he pulled me back into his arms. Pinned between him and the cold wall, I felt like a teenager. He kissed me again as he slid his hand up my soft gray sweater. As his hand connected with my breast I let out a soft moan. 

I reached between us and tugged at his belt but the fancy buckle wouldn’t release. He pulled his hand away from my breast and released the clasp on his belt. As he brought his hand back to me he pushed my sweater up. My breast sat, eager to be touched in my white demi-cuped lace bra. I reached between us and unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, listening to the contents of his pockets hit the carpeted floor. He reached down and unbuttoned my, jeans, but they did not fall from my hips. His kisses were deep, and with a feverish intensity that made me feel like we were both on the precipice of something. I helped as I pushed my own pants down. I slid my foot out of my loafer and out of one of my pant legs as he lifted me against the wall. 

This is nuts, but I love it, I want it! My inner-voice screamed. My body was arm against him, and everywhere he touched seemed to tingle. I felt like clay in his arms. He entered me, bring a rush of pleasure with it. He kissed me as we went at it secretly in the middle of an empty airport terminal. My fingers dug into his back as the pleasure built. He pulled his lips away from mine and I pulled the cool air of the terminal in greedily, unable to keep as silent as I knew I needed to be. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from screaming out as the orgasm tore through my body. James brought is mouth over mine to muffle the sound. My body shook and my fingers and toes tingled. 

He pulled his mouth from mine and whispered in my ear, “I can feel you coming, it’s so fucking hot.”

I brought my mouth back to his and tired to kiss him with as much intensity has he had kissed me. It was all he needed as I felt his body lurch, and my back pressed harder against the wall. I wanted to stay pined like that forever, as my own orgasm was still in it’s final waining moments. We stayed like that, my body lifted in his arms, back cold against the wall, as we both breathed hard. 

James set me down gently and we both dressed silently. I could not believe that I had sex with a stranger. I watched James dress, in amazement of what had just happened, that I know knew him intimately. We walked from behind the wall, hand in hand, our luggage still standing in the middle of the terminal where we’d left it. Grabbing our luggage we started walking back towards our terminal. 

“I don’t believe that just happened,” I said out loud.

“Me neither.”

We both looked at each other. I reached over and wiped a streak of my peachy colored lipstick from the side of his face.

“Lipstick,” I said as I pulled my finger away to show him.

“Ah, thanks.”

My phone buzzed as we reached out terminal. I pulled it out of my bag.

“My flight is boarding.”

“Can I have your number? Lily from Chicago.”

“All right James from LA. 312-333-9380. I have to go.”

“Bye, he said softly.”

“Bye, I waved. I turned back and looked at him as I got behind the one other person boarding the flight. His polished traveler facade back on. He waved again as I boarded, and I waved back one last time.

I took my seat on the flight and counted two other people on the plane, still in awe that I had just slept with a complete stranger. As I felt the plane push back I realized I didn’t get his number in return. I wanted to leap off of the plane and get it from him. I wanted to get to know him more. As we took off, I thought about him leaving LA shortly himself to go home to Boston. 

(DISCLAIMER: Today’s story is intended for mature audiences due to language and adult content.)

Katie and I saw it coming, the quarantine. We work together at the corporate offices of a national insurance company. The afternoon  the closed the offices, Katie and I rode the El back up to my place. We had met on our first day and had been friends for the past ten years as we both rose within the organization. She had become the best friend I never had. As we rode north and the buildings shrunk out of the windows and became more residential Katie continued  to try to convince me to come home with her to Iowa. 

“The city is going to get crazy,” she kept saying, “It won’t be safe here. Come to Iowa with me. Come stay at the farm.”

That night as I laid on my couch in my townhouse, the one I had worked so hard to buy, life just felt odd. I felt like I was abandoning my life. My mind wasn’t completely even made up until Katie showed up the next morning and started to put my stuff in her car. I hated the idea of leaving the city. Deep down I knew it was a smart thing to do, but part of me felt I’d be just fine where I was. I relented and got into the car. I tried not to regret my decision as urban turned into suburban, and eventually rural through the passenger side window. I felt very out of my element without pavement beneath my feet and skyscrapers towering overhead. 

I had seen pictures of Katie’s family farm, a old white farm house that looked older than the state, and a big red barn off in the distance. She came from a long line of were crop farmers. Katie didn’t look like a farm girl from Iowa, nor did she look like a city girl either, she was a chameleon in that way. She had the ability to fit in wherever she went. I, on the other hand stuck out like a sore thumb. 

As we crossed the Mississippi River, Katie’s cell phone rang. She picked it up and put it to her ear, but I could still hear her mother on the other end. Eileen Bishop was everyone’s mother it seemed. I had met her several times when she and Bob, Katie’s dad had visited Katie in Chicago. They were good salt-of-the-Earth midwesterners and I liked them.

“Yeah Mom, we just crossed the Mississippi, so about two and a half hours. No, I won’t speed.”

I looked out the passenger window, trying not to laugh. Katie didn’t know how to drive under the speed limit. I thought about my own mom. If I were having this exact conversation with her, she’d be more concerned that I brought the case good of wine, and the good ham from Jensen’s Market, the best butcher in the city. “We have to eat well at this crucial time,” I could hear her saying in my head. She and her newest husband had been stuck in Europe when the pandemic hit. Not that stuck is a fair word exactly, she was quarantined to her new husband’s penthouse in Paris, with its breathtaking views of the Eiffel Tower. For a split second, I thought about joining her instead. When I was honest with myself, it would be fun for a few days then I’d be stuck with my mother in a confined space for weeks on end, and whatever winner she had chosen to marry this time. No, thank you. I’d take my chances with Katie’s family. 

“He’s coming home,” Katie asked, jogging my attention from the thought of my mother in her Parisian penthouse. 

I prayed “he” wasn’t her older brother Aaron. If it was, Katie could  drop me at the nearest airport, Paris sounded like a better idea. I had met Aaron on several occasions. Met, is a kind word, it would be more apt to say fell into bed and had drunken hate sex. The truth was we couldn’t stand each other. I knew this because he made sure to tell me to my face once, three whiskeys in. What did I do in return to this information, you ask? I fucked him in the bathroom. We were perfectly polite to each other when sober, but if you put a few drinks into us, we became different people. Katie knew some of the history between Aaron and I but not all of it. Honestly, there wasn’t really a history, just a string of drunken hook ups, every time we were in the same room together, followed by my self loathing afterwards. 

Katie hung up the phone and looked over at me.

“Aaron is home. I’m sorry I didn’t know. Mom said he was staying out in Berkley and was going to ride it out there. Look, I’ll make him behave. I promise. I know you how you two feel about each other. Besides, if Daddy catches wind of Aaron’s bullshit around you, he’ll bring some country justice.”

“Do I want to know what country justice is?” I asked.

Katie laughed. “It will be fine. I promise.”

Two hours later Katiee pulled off of the two lane highway and down a long gravel driveway, as the rocks hit the side of her BMW. I thought about the paint, but she didn’t let her foot up as cloud of dust billowed up into the air behind the car. There was a nervous pit in my stomach as we got closer and the white farmhouse got bigger in the windshield. It looked just like the picture with the only exception being that the photo had been taken in July, when the landscape had color. In early March, everything was still dormant, the landscape was bleak. Before we even got out of the car Bob and Eileen were standing on the porch to welcome us. I checked my make-up in the mirror behind the sun visor. I hadn’t wore much, as I smudged a natural tone of peach across my lower lip. It complemented my pale-skin, and set off my blue eyes. I ran my fingers through my chocolate brown hair, smoothing it.

“Ready Miss America?” Katie joked.

Her joke put me on edge. I was way out of my element and now in hostile territory with Aaron wondering around. I got out of the car, my heel hitting the gravel first. Wrong shoes for this, I thought to myself as I got out. 

“Look at you two, as pretty as a picture,” Eileen squealed as she came off of the porch. She hugged Katie and then me. “Ava I’m so happy you came home with Katie. I know you can take care of yourself, but it worries me, you all alone in the city with all of this craziness going on.”

Bob came up and hugged Katie and then me.

“Ava, our home is your home. Please make yourself comfortable,” he said. 

I was touched by their warmth and generosity. They were truly kind people and I saw a lot of them in Katie. 

“Come on, let’s get you girls settled in. Dinner will be ready in about an hour. Ava, is there anything you don’t eat? Do you have any food allergies?”

“No Mrs. Bishop.”

“Eileen. Mrs. Bishop was my mother-in-law.”

I smiled as Bob and Eileen led us into the house. The interior looked like a Hollywood movie set of an old farmhouse. Dark wood floors, paneled doors, the wood staircase, even the soft yellow wall paper. Walking in, it felt like home. Eileen led me up the stairs and into the first room at the top of the stairs, across the hall from Katie. The room was clean and cozy with its slopped ceiling and rod iron bed. 

“The bathroom is down the hall, the second door on your left. I’m so glad you came to stay. I’ll let you settle in, and I’ll holler when dinner is ready,” Eileen said as she started to walk out of the room. 

She moved out of the way as Aaron came through the door with my four pieces of luggage in his hand. I had not asked him to bring them up, I was fully capable. 

“Where do you want em’?”

“Anywhere is fine.”

He took me literally and set them down where he stood. Typical asshole, I thought to myself. Eileen walked out of the room, leaving only Aaron and I. He looked at me without saying anything, it was the sort of look that I felt in my core. 

“Thanks,” I said, barely audible.

He turned and walked out, still silent and shut the door behind him. I sat down on the bed, and took a deep breath. You do not find him attractive sober, remember. Get it together! I took another deep breath, trying to push the image of him out of my head. His sandy blonde hair, deep blue eye and sharp jawline was enough to get over but his body was incredible. I took one more deep breath to steady myself. Katie knocked on my door and came in and laid on the bed while I unpacked. 

That night we ate a beef roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, and vegetables around the dining room table. I felt like I was in a Norman Rockwell painting, it was so different from my own home, but I liked it. There was something solid, and safe about it. Over dinner we all caught up. When I though I couldn’t eat anymore Eileen brought out a chocolate cake, two tiers high. It looked amazing but I was so full that I politely declined. 

After dinner we played a game of Monopoly, and I learned the Bishop’s take their Monopoly game very seriously. I watched Aaron decimate his own mother, which embolden me to try to crush him in the game. We played until I finally beat him, much to the delight of the entire family. We all turned in for the night afterward. As I laid in bed that night, I thought about Aaron, it was nice to see him so pleasant. I was glad that Katie had brought me home with her so far. My thoughts drifted to the giant chocolate cake in the fridge downstairs. My mouth watered at the thought of it. Tempted, I grabbed my robe and tiptoed down the creaky wooden stairs. The house was quiet as I made my way into the kitchen. The lights were off but the small table lamp in the hallway lit the way to the fridge. I pulled the door open and looked inside for the cake.

“Looking for this?” I heard Aaron say, scaring the shit out of me. 

He laughed as I turned around. I couldn’t see him in the dark. He clicked on the small lamp that sat on the kitchen table. 

“I think you jumped six feet, that was classic.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Sorry, it was too easy. Do you want a slice of cake?”

I took a deep breath, bringing my heart rate back down, but it was difficult looking at him sitting there shirtless. 

“It’s all right.”

“Here,” he said as he leaned over and pulled a drawer open and a fork out of it. “Come sit,” he said as he put the fork on the table.

I knew grabbing that fork was like reaching in a lion’s hungry mouth to retrieve it. I stared hard at Aaron, I wasn’t going to be a shrinking violet. I stepped closer towards the table. Aaron reached out and hooked his finger in the belt loop of my bathrobe and stood as he pulled me into him. His chest was warm, I pushed away from him half-heartedly. He brought his mouth down over mine, and his mouth tasted of chocolate fudge. His kiss was powerful and it stoked a fire deep inside of me. I knew I was in so much trouble, this was a terrible idea but I didn’t want to stop, I wasn’t sure if I could. 

He broke his mouth away from mine and whispered in my ear, “follow me.” He left the cake on the kitchen table and clicked off the light. I followed him upstairs, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my fingertips. We reached the top stair as Bob and Eileen’s bedroom door open. Quickly Aaron pulled me into my room, shutting the door silently. Behind the closed door we both remained still, as I stood in his arms. I could smell him, hear his breathing, and my resolve completely crumbled. We both listened for Eileen’s footsteps. Once the bathroom door closed, Aaron reach up and took my cheek into his hand and brought my mouth back to his. 

His kisses trailed down my neck as he pulled my robe open. He tugged at the collar of my nightshirt trying to kiss my collar bone. Frustrated he tugged at it and I heard the stitches in the seam tear.

“Wait,” I said breathless.

I pulled the nightdress off. The soft blue moonlight flooded through bedroom lighting my pale skin. I stood before him in only my lace underwear. He licked his lips as he pulled me back into his body and crossed the room over to the bed, never taking his mouth away from mine. The bed creaked loudly as we collapsed on to it.

“Shhh,” he whispered into my ear. 

He brought his mouth back over mine as he reached in-between us and into my underwear. I wanted them gone. I needed any barrier between us gone. I reached down and pushed off his pajama bottoms. He tugged at my underwear hard as heard the lace seam give way, this time I didn’t care. He pushed his body into mine, I cried out in pleasure, his mouth still over mine. I reached down grasping his ass trying to pull him into me harder and faster. The bed began to creak, and I didn’t care, I couldn’t care. I felt as if I was going to go up in flames. Aaron slowed his pace. 

“Shhhh,” he reminded me. 

He slowed his pace and rather than kiss me he looked at me. I could see his face in moonlight. There was something in the way he looked at me, it was different. Something changed in that moment, I felt like he saw me in a way that he had not before. He leant down and kissed me, with affection. His movements became more deliberate. This wasn’t our normal hate fuck. This was something I had never experienced before, I realized he was making love to me. My orgasm tore through me as I bit down on his shoulder, not to scream out. He held me tight against his body, driving into me as my body trembled with pleasure. 

“Kiss me,” he said as his own orgasm took him over the edge.

He collapsed on top of me, his ragged breath the only noise I could hear. I didn’t know what to make of what just happened. He brought his head up, his body still on top of mine. Our eyes met as he leant down and kissed me again. I was sure his kiss was different, something had changed between us. He rolled off of me and rather than leave, he pulled my body tight next to his. I cuddled up next to him and laid my head on his shoulder. 

“I’m really glad you came home with Katie. Maybe we can give this,” he gestured between us, “a real shot. I have to be honest I compare every woman to you.”

“What,” I said as I looked up at him. 

“Its true. I wasn’t coming home until I heard Katie was brining you home with her. I wanted the chance to see you again. I look for any chance I can to see you.”

“I don’t understand. You don’t like me, you told me so, to my face. Our hook-ups have been sloppy, drunken, hook-ups.”

“I lied, to you to myself. The alcohol, it was liquid courage.”

“For what? To sleep with me?”

“All of it, to talk to you. Ava, you take my breath away each time I see you.”

I put my head back down on his shoulder. I was speechless. How could I have been so blind? 

“Ava,” he said gently as he tipped my chin up towards his.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said honestly.

“Then kiss me.”

I leant up and kissed him, as he brought his hand to the side of my cheek and caressed it as we kissed. This was a kiss of affection, love, and it swallowed me whole in that moment and for the rest of my life. 

 

Ella glanced at her watch. It was ten p.m. Her neighbor, the doctor usually arrived home at around ten pm. on the dot each night, but not recently. The rhythms of life are what she missed as a global pandemic took hold, and life slowly came to a halt around her. 

She had paid attention to the news when the virus first emerged and stocked up on extra groceries and supplies in her tiny apartment just in case. She decided to ride out whatever was coming her way from home. Her cat Oscar was her company, and work kept her busy enough from home during the quarantine. 

Ella had spent more time in the apartment over the first month of quarantine than she did for the entire two years she had lived there. In that two years, she had met a few of her neighbors but only casually, a wave in the hall, or holding the downstairs door, leaving extra coins on the washer downstairs, that sort of thing. Last year a single man had moved in across the hallway, he was a doctor, or so she guessed as she often saw him in pale green scrubs. He kept odd hours typically, and they never seemed to meet. 

She remembered the day he moved in, he and his friends made so much noise trying to get his couch up the tight staircase in the 6-flat walk up. It was almost amusing to watch if it had not been so frustrating at the same time. That tight staircase was almost like a right of passage for the building, as each tenant had the same struggle on moving days. He and his four male friends had been good looking, but his dark curly hair, tan complexion, and deep brown eyes made butterflies fly around in her stomach when she looked at him. Ella wasn’t usually shy, but there was something powerful in the way he looked at her, giving off an air of intensity that she wasn’t sure she wanted to tangle with. 

Ella continued to listen as the hour grew later, and the hallway outside her door remained quiet. She couldn’t explain precisely why she had begun to listen for his comings and goings, but she had just the same. She dozed off on the couch with Oscar curled up next to her purring. She woke to the noise of keys, hitting the wood floor in the hallway.

“Shit,” a man’s voice said.

He had not been loud; the transom windows above her door did nothing to muffle outside noise from the hallway. She perked up and listened as she heard the keys drop again, followed by something substantial leaning up against the wall. A key was needed at the downstairs door to get in, so whoever was in the hallway was supposed to be there. She looked down at Oscar, the white furball with orange, black, and gray spots. He stretched out his paws and then curled back into a ball. Ella took it as his way of saying, you’re on your own with that one lady. She pried Oscar from her lap and got up to look out the peephole. She could see the doctor from across the hall fumbling with his keys still. Reaching for the doorknob, she hesitated. What if he’s sick, I’ve done a really good job staying in and helping do my part, she wondered. Before she could open the door, he walked into his apartment. Ella looked down at her watch that read 1 am. 

That night as she laid in bed, Oscar glued to her side again, she thought about the doctor across the hallway, him smiling with his friends. She found herself worrying about him. He lived alone; she never saw or heard anyone else come in our out of the apartment. She wondered how he was fairing, as the medical system was beyond stretched with resources. She wanted to help but wasn’t quite sure how. 

As she made dinner that night and idea struck, she’d make a plate for him. That night she made extra dinner and kept a plate warm in her oven for him. She listened for him to come home as she watched the ten o’clock news, then the Late Show. She finally got off of the couch to turn the oven off when she heard feet shuffle down the hallway. She grabbed the plate with a potholder and went to open her front door. 

The smiling doctor turned around at the noise of the door opening. Ella was shocked at how tired he looked. 

“Hi, I hope this isn’t weird, but I made you a plate of dinner. It’s a chicken breast, rice, and veggies. I know you’ve been keeping crazy hours, and I just thought a hot home-cooked meal might be nice with you working so hard.”

His face lightened as he smiled. 

“That’s very nice. That sounds delicious.”

Ella reached out her hand, “I’m Ella James.”

The doctor pulled his hands away.

“Right, sorry, I forgot, no handshakes any more.”

“It’s okay. Hi Ella, my name is Trevor. I don’t think we’ve formally met.”

“We haven’t, but that’s okay,” Ella said as she handed him the plate. “Careful, it’s hot.”

“Ow, it is.”

“Here, you can have the plate holder.”

He took it from her and put it under the plate. There was an award pause. 

“Thank you again, Ella, this is really kind.”

“It’s the least I can do. Thank you for serving our community. I’ll let you eat in peace. Have a good night Trevor.”

“You too, good night Ella.”

Ella shut the door behind her and took a deep breath. She felt like she had been holding her breath the entire time she spoke to Trevor. He reminded her of a tired warrior. She felt like she had done something to help the cause in feeding Trevor. The next day she reran the scene from the night before in her head again, and again. She decided to make him dinner again and waited up to give it to him hot. He stumbled in, looking more tired than the night before around 2 am. Ella opened her door and offered him a plate of spaghetti and homemade meatballs. He took it grateful for the hot food.

For the next two weeks, Ella had dinner waiting for Trevor. Giving him dinner had become the highlight in her increasingly mundane quarantine schedule. They didn’t talk much when she handed him food in the wee hours of the morning, nor did she expect it. Last night he had brought her a bouquet of flowers to say thank you. They were a total surprise, and she was touched at the gesture of gratitude, not that she ever expected one. The next day she put the vase of flowers on her desk and enjoyed them immensely. 

That night she cooked marinated lamb chops, couscous, and sautéed spinach. She sautéed the spinach at 10:30 pm for his portion, not wanting it to sit for hours. She waited for him to come in and felt a wave of excitement when she heard him shuffle down the hallway. She opened her door with the plate of dinner in her hand and looked at him. He had been crying, his eyes were red, and cheeks hastily dried. 

“Hi,” he said meekly.

“Hi,” she said softly in return. “Are you okay?”

“Today was,” he paused, “it was a rough day.”

“I’m sorry. I really am,” she said as she handed him the warm plate.” Do you want to talk about it? I’m a good listener.”

“Nah, thank you again for dinner. This is the highlight of my day.”

“Mine too. If you change your mind, you know where to find me. Good night Trevor.”

“Night, Ella.”

Ella walked into her apartment and felt awful for Trevor. She could only imagine what he was living through. She had stopped watching the nightly news as the information straddled a line between informative and terrifying. Oscar jumped off of the couch and wound between her ankles before he pranced off to his water bowl in the kitchen. She locked her door, turned off the lights, and climbed into bed. Seeing Trevor so distraught had bothered her. She thought about the difference of him smiling and laughing with his friends on moving day to the man that stood before her earlier; it broke her heart. She rolled over, and Oscar took the action as an invitation as he curled up in the crook of her knees. She drifted off and was almost asleep when she heard a soft knock on her door. She sat up and listened, thinking her mind was playing tricks on her. She got out of bed when she heard it again. She answered her door in her pajamas, a cotton knit top and matching pants that hugged her figure perfectly. She opened the door and saw Trevor standing there with a stack of her plates. He had showered, she could smell his shampoo, and stood there in pajama pants and t-shirt. Most people were better looking after they made some effort, Trevor was the opposite. His five o’clock shadow just made him more handsome, Ella thought. 

“Hi, I wanted to return these. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

Ella knew didn’t knock at almost 3 am to return plates, she knew he wanted something more but wasn’t exactly sure what.

“Thank you; you could have left them by the door.”

“I guess I could’ve, but I didn’t want them to get dirty or damaged, or stolen.”

He handed her just about every dinner plate she owned, and the stack was heavy. Still not completely awake, the plates slipped in her grasp, and the top four plates slid from the pile and hit the floor, breaking on impact. They had both bent down to catch them, as Ella cradled the other dishes to her chest, but neither of them had rescued the plate. 

“I’m so sorry, Ella!” 

“It’s alright it was my fault they slipped out of my hand.” She said as she turned and walked into her apartment, leaving the door open. She set the remaining plates on the kitchen counter and grabbed a broom and dustpan. When she returned to the hallway, Trevor already had a wastebasket from his apartment out and was picking up the larger pieces.

“I’m sorry, can I pay to replace them, or buy a new set?”

“No need. They’re old anyway.”

Ella swept the grit from the porcelain into the dustpan and tipped it into Trevor’s wastebasket.

“I wouldn’t go barefooted out here for a while,” she said as they both looked down at their bare feet and laughed.

“Would you like a cup of tea? I know it’s late but,” Trevor trailed off.

“I’d love one.”

“Great. It would just be nice to talk to someone who isn’t behind glass or a mask. But we should probably have tea in the hallway. I don’t want to risk infecting you.”

“Are you sick?”

“No, but I work with virus patients every day,” Trevor said as he walked into his apartment, leaving the door open. 

Ella stepped forward and stopped at the doorway of his apartment. She leaned up against the door jam.

“What do you do at the hospital?”

“I only have green tea, is that Okay,” Ella nodded it was, “I’m an anesthesiologist at Metro.” 

“That must be very rewarding.”

“It is most of the time.” He said, ducking below the counter. 

Ella heard the rumble of pots and pans.

“What are you looking for?” She asked, craning inside.  

“Sorry, I’m looking for my tea kettle.”

“I have on my stove. Why don’t I boil the water, and we’ll drink your tea?”

“Um…” She heard the pans spill out of the cabinet and hit the floor. Trevor stood up, “okay, thanks.”

Ella crossed the hallway back into her apartment, and Trevor came and stood in her doorway. She put the kettle on the stove and turned on. She set out two mugs and grabbed two green tea bags from her cupboard without thinking and dropped them into the empty mugs. Trevor was supposed to contribute the tea, but he didn’t say anything about it. 

“So you were saying that you’re an anesthesiologist. I am sure you’ve been very busy. I’ve been reading about how people are sedated before being put on a ventilator. Have you been working with virus patients?”

“I have. Normally I am the most welcome guy in the room. The doctor with the “good drugs,” everyone usually jokes. I won’t lie; my job isn’t always easy. Sometimes is sad. This virus, man, seeing what it does to the body. It’s been tough.”

“Is that what you were upset about earlier tonight when you got home?”

There was something about the way he looked at her after she asked that caused her to regret her choice of question. Perhaps it was too personal of a question. 

“I guess I didn’t hide it as well as I thought.”

“It’s okay. You’re saving lives, that takes an emotional toll.”

“It does. None of us have ever been through something like this. I see patients that I know that I am sedating that well never breathe on their own again. That’s rough. I’m sorry I shouldn’t be talking about this.”

“I don’t mind. We all need someone to talk to,” she said as she pulled the kettle that had begun to whistle off of the stove and poured the hot water into each cup.

“I have my family, but they’re in Colorado. I’m the only one out here. Three of my sisters are nurses. I know they’d get it, but we’re all keeping such crazy hours right now.”

“So, you’re one of three siblings?”

“I am actually one of eight.”

“Eight? Okay, I have to ask, Mormon? Catholic?”

“Nope,” he laughed, “hippie. My parents are very free spirits.”

“That’s pretty cool. I would have loved siblings,” she said as she put his cup of tea near him on the entry table and gestured for him to take it as she backed away. “I’m an only child. I think it is why I’ve done so all right so far during this. I’m used to being alone; it reminds me of my childhood.”

“You weren’t locked away, were you?’

Ella laughed, “no, I had a happy childhood. So, back to your work and tonight? I mean, we don’t have to discuss it if you don’t want to.”

“Ah, you remind me of my older sister Sparrow.”

“Is that good?”

“Yes,” he said before he sipped the tea.

He pulled away from his lips and looked down at the tea in the mug. “A colleague died today. I’ve worked with her for almost two years. She was alone; her husband and kids couldn’t be there to say goodbye. It was so fast too. She did everything right and still got sick. I hate this virus; it’s cruel; it’s a killer.”

“I’m so sorry that is heartbreaking. Were you there with her?”

“I was.”

Ella could see him welling up again, and it tugged at her heartstrings. 

“Then she wasn’t alone; she had a friend with her. I am sure your presence brought comfort to her, and I know it must have brought comfort to her family to know you were there.”

Trevor nodded as he wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand. Ella brought a box of tissue from the table in the living room and set it where she had put his tea. 

“I know it doesn’t feel like it, but there will come a time when all of this will be in the past. You are doing such important work Trevor, thank you. It warms my heart to know there are good people like you out there helping other. You were a good friend to your colleague until the end.”

Trevor nodded, and Ella sipped her tea.

“Can I ask you a question?” He said after he regained his composure. 

Ella nodded that he could as she took another sip of tea.

“Why did it take so long for us to meet? It’s odd, isn’t it? I keep hearing of stories like this.”

“We’re busy people normally with busy lives. I’m glad we met, though.”

“Me too. Thank you again for the dinners. They really have been the highpoint in my days. I find myself wondering all day what you’re making for dinner. I must confess, I love your cooking.”

Ella laughed. “I’m glad to do it.”

“What inspired you?”

“I don’t know exactly. I just wanted to help out in some way. I heard you come home one night and thought you must have had a really long day. I knew you worked at the hospital as a doctor, your mail says M.D., but I didn’t know exactly what you did.”

Trevor finished the last of the tea in his mug as he leaned up against the doorway. 

“Well, thank you. I’d hug you if I could to say thank you.”

Ella instantly wondered what it would be like to be in his arms and so much more. She bit her bottom lip to hold back an embarrassed smile from leaking out. 

“I should let you get to bed,” he said as he still held on to the mug. 

“You don’t have too if you don’t want to.”

“No, I should I’ve kept you up late enough. Thank you for this, and for the dinners. If you don’t mind, I’ll take this home and wash it; it will be safer. I can return it to you in the morning in one piece.”

Ella laughed softly, “Sure. Sleep well.”

“You too.”

Ella walked towards the door to close it behind Trevor. She could still smell his scent, and it made her tingle in all of the best ways. The next day she could not concentrate on anything other than thinking about dinner and talking to Trevor. She agonized over what to cook and eventually decided to roast a chicken. She purposely cooked it late, not starting it until eight pm. She didn’t expect Trevor until well after midnight but, she’d eat before then. 

The chicken finished cooking just before ten, and she pulled it out to let it rest and mashed potatoes to go with. She had roasted root vegetables alongside the chicken, and the apartment smelled delicious. She had just finished the potatoes when she heard a knock at her door. She dried her hands and went to answer it. Trevor stood in the hallway with two boxes of dishes from Crate and Barrel. Ella couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hi, I wanted to replace the dishes I broke.” He said from behind the boxes.

“Here,” she said, moving out of the way, “set them on the dining room table. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I did. I broke your coffee mug this morning on my way out the door.”

Ella couldn’t help but laugh, “how?”

“Being stupid. My hands were too full and I dropped it. I couldn’t return another broken dish to you.”

“Where did you find an open Crate and Barrel?”

“I have a confession; these are not brand new. I wouldn’t have bought new ones had I been able to.”

“They’re still in the shrink wrap; I’m confused.”

“I mean they’re new. My sisters sent me a ton of stuff to set up house. These are from my storage unit. I’m sorry this sounds terrible. I’m normally a really good gift-giver.”

Ella laughed harder.

“What’s so funny?” Trevor stood with a confused look on his face.

“This is funny. I so appreciate the gesture. Have you eaten? I roasted a chicken with all of the trimmings.”

“That’s what that heavenly smell is.”

“Would you like to join me?”

“We shouldn’t be this close.”

“Well, you’re already here now. I can set us at different ends of the table. Or you can take it home with you if you prefer to eat alone?”

“No, it’s not that at all, I just don’t want to put you at risk.”

“Well, you just keep your distance, and I’ll keep mine, and thank you for the new dishes. I really like them. Dinner literally just finished.” 

“Do you normally eat so late?” 

“No, but I didn’t want the chicken to be dried out, so I started it later.”

“I hope you didn’t do it on my account?”

Ella smiled as she pulled two plates out of the cupboard. 

“Do you prefer white meat or dark meat?” She asked

“I don’t have a preference.”

Ella smiled and put a chicken breast and leg on his plate along with veggies and a heaping mountain of mashed potatoes. She put the plate on the far side, nearest to the door on the table, and set the cutlery alongside it, before turning around to grab hers. 

“Wow, this looks incredible,” he said as he stood behind his chair, waiting for her to join him. 

“Would you like a glass of white wine to go with?”

“Sure, as long as you’re having one.”

“I am,” she said. 

They ate the roasted chicken practically to the bone, and laughed, genuinely enjoying each other’s company. Ella found herself really liking Trevor, in more than a friendly way. The more she got to know him, the more there was to love. They talked well into the night and when it was time for Trevor to go, Ella walked over towards his plate to pick it up. She noticed the hesitation in his movement to move away.

“Ella, I’ve had the best time tonight.”

“Me too.”

“I wish I could touch you. Wait that came out wrong.”

Ella smiled, “I knew what you meant.”

“Thank you. Good night Ella,” he said as he walked towards the door. 

“Good night. Thank you for joining me for dinner.”

That night as Ella washed up, she had wish life was different at the moment; she would have loved to have Trevor touch her, even if it was just a hug. To be honest, she wanted more than a hug from him, and her mind carried on with that thought as she scrubbed the roasting pan for the chicken. 

The next night she couldn’t wait to see him. She made a pot of veggie chili and baked cornbread to go alongside. She had a small bowl around six and would have a larger bowl with him when he came in, if he was up for company. Ella waited up, and eventually fell asleep on the couch. Oscar pounced on her waking her and Ella was shocked to see that it was morning. She had slept through Trevor coming home. She jumped up from the couch and ran to the kitchen remembering she had left the chili cooking on the stove on low. The kitchen smelled of burnt chili. She pulled the lid from the top of the pot and looked at the black sludge at the bottom. Angry that she had wasted so much food she turned on the garbage disposal and tipped the pot down. Once it was empty, she filled it with hot soapy water and baking soda to soak. Leaving the pan, she crossed the hallway and knocked on Trevor’s door. She felt terrible that she had slept through him coming home and hoped that he didn’t get the wrong idea that she had not enjoyed their dinner together. 

She knocked, but Trevor didn’t answer. She was mad at herself all day that she had missed him. That night she cooked pasta, and made a chocolate cake to say sorry. She knew she didn’t owe him an apology, but she felt like she did. She waited up again, this time until 3:30 am. When he didn’t show, she finally went to bed, defeated, taking a slice of the decadent chocolate cake with her. She ate it in bed, keeping an ear out for Trevor’s footsteps down the hall, but she didn’t hear him. 

The next day, she had a nagging feeling that something was wrong, and no matter what she tried, she could not shake it. She reheated the pasta from the night before and waited up again. Trevor did not come home again. The next morning she woke early and knocked on his door, but he did not answer. In her gut, she knew something wasn’t right. That night she made dinner for herself and ate a more normal hour for herself. She set some dinner aside for him, and put the plate in the fridge not wanting to repeat the chili incident. She fell asleep on the couch again and was awoken by the sound of his door closing across the hall. She jumped up off of the couch as Oscar let out a sharp meow, showing his displeasure. She stopped just outside his door, as she had doubts, what if he had been purposely giving her the slip, she wondered. As she stood in front of his door she heard his footsteps approach and she backed away as silently and quickly as she could. She just reached the inside of her doorway and had not yet pulled the door closed when she heard his door open. She cringed with her back to him, she had been caught. Slowly she turned around and saw Trevor standing there. His cheeks were tear-stained, and his eyes were red and swollen. He wore more than a day’s worth of stubble. The sight of him caused Ella to gasp.

“Trevor, are you okay? What happened?”

“My dad died,” he said as he put his hands over his face.

The virus be damned, Ella crossed the hallway and wrapped Trevor in her arms. He hugged her back tightly until he pushed out of her embrace.

“We shouldn’t be this close.” 

“Trevor, I don’t care.”

“I do. If something happened to you because I was careless, I’d never forgive myself.”

“It’s my choice,” she said as she pulled him closer again.

She wrapped her arm around his neck, and he brought his lips to hers. She kissed him gently. 

“We shouldn’t do this,” he whispered. 

“I know but, you can’t be alone tonight. I couldn’t bear it.”

He bent down and kissed her again as he pulled her tighter to his body. She could feel his build, with her body pressed so closely to his. She wanted to sleep with him more than she wanted her next breath, but she knew like this; it wasn’t right. She pulled her lips away from him, the disconnection almost pain-inducing. He looked down at her.

“Come on,” she said and grabbed his hand, leading him into her apartment. 

Once inside, she shut the door behind him, and she pulled him towards the bedroom. Once inside, she leaned up and kissed him gently, removing his shirt over his head, and he reached for hers.

“Not yet,” she whispered. 

She kissed him again softly as she unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his legs. He reached for her top again gently, and she took his hands into hers to stop him. 

“Pants first,” she said softly. 

He understood and kicked his pants off as he stood in her apartment in only his boxer and socks. She pulled away from him and pulled the covers back. He climbed into her bed, and she climbed in next to him still fully clothed. He pulled her body closer to his as he kissed her neck. She reached down and cupped each side of his face.

“Trevor,” she said softly.

He stopped and looked up at her.

“I want this, I really want this, but I also know you are hurting. I’m not a prude, but I don’t just jump into the sack either. I want this if you do. I just want to make sure..”

He kissed her again and pulled his head next to her chest. She wrapped her arms around his head and cradled him close as he cried. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, both knowing that this was something more, than a casual fling. Ella woke to soft kisses being planed on her neck and collarbone. Trevor had spooned up behind her and held her tightly. He smelled wonderful and she ran her hand over the dark hair on his arm as she turned to look at him.

“Hello,” she said softly.

“You are beautiful in the morning light.” 

She turned further and kissed him, as the rest of her body rolled towards him. He pulled her in closer. 

“How are you this morning?”

“I’m happy to be here in your bed with you. Thank you for last night.” 

He said as he continued to kiss down her neck.

“Did you go to Colorado? You haven’t been home. I was worried.”

He pulled his lips from her neck.

“I did. I got the call after out dinner together. I couldn’t be there with him. I couldn’t stay out there either; I was needed back here.”

“The hospital didn’t give you the time off?”

“They couldn’t. But it wasn’t that. I wanted to you there. It was the strangest thing, part of me felt like I had left you behind, here. I know that sounds crazy. I can’t explain it.”

Ella kissed Trevor, pouring all of the feelings she had for him into it.

“Wow,” he said, “I’ve wondered what kissing you would be like for so long.”

“And? Was it everything you’d hoped it would be?”

“It was better.”

“Stop peeking, he’s going to see you.” Drew said.

“So what, he’s just so weird.” Anna replied, “Leave it to you, my sister, to rent the loft to the weirdest guy on the planet during a pandemic.”

“Seriously, get away from the window, it’s rude. Besides, I think I remember my beloved sister telling me that this massive mortgage on this beautiful house would be a breeze as long as I rented out the loft.”

“Yeah, not to a massive weirdo though.”

“Well I didn’t know he was,” Drew said thinking of the right word, “quiet, he’s quiet.”

“Yeah, okay, if that’s the adjective we’re using today. Drew, he’s odd.”

Drew walked to the window at the back of the kitchen and look out across the driveway to the small apartment above the garage. She had invited her little sister Anna to come to stay for the duration of the quarantine. Anna tugged playfully at Drew’s long red locks.

Drew had inherited the old house on the shore of Lake Michigan, from her great uncle. It was a grand old cedar-shingled house with vines growing up the front, original fittings and fixtures and a mountain of debt. The house was due to be sold at auction, but Drew couldn’t bear to see the house leave the family, her great-great-grandfather had built it. Anna loved the house too but not enough to buy it. 

“What do you think he does up there all day,” Anna asked?

“I don’t know, as long as he isn’t breaking anything I don’t care. Come on, let’s go make a pitcher of mimosas and binge watch that new documentary on Netflix.”

“Throw in facemarks, and pedicures, and I’m in,” Anna suggested. 

The two passed much of the day having an impromptu spa day at home as they sipped their mimosas and ate a homemade pizza that Anna had made. As the last episode of the documentary came to a close they laid on the couches in the massive living room lethargic from sitting around all day. 

“All right, this strenuous day had really taken it out of me, all this day drinking and pampering. I’m going to take a nap. Don’t let me sleep past dinner okay?”

“All right.”

Drew watched Anna leave the living room and glanced to the large French doors behind them. The beach looked so inviting. She grabbed a sweater and decided to go for a walk. As she walked North along the shore, she thought about how odd it been, the man above the garage, Nathan, had not been seen much. She had done a background check and credit check before he moved in and he had passed. She knew he worked at the local college in the art department but other than that, he was a mystery. He never had company, not that he could now in the middle of quarantine. 

As she walked, her thoughts turned to Anna. She was grateful that her sister had come to stay. Sometimes living in the large house alone creeped Drew out. When Anna’s job furloughed her, Drew invited her to come to stay. The whole world seemed to have flipped upside down Drew, and Anna’s parents lived in Europe, so the sisters knew they only had each other.  Drew thought about what it would be like to have something more, more precisely someone more to go through this with. Sure she was grateful for Anna’s company but Drew craved something more. A relationship, a life, kids. 

Drew walked and thought as the frigid surf lapped at her feet. After a mile or so, she turned back. She watched the dune grass blow in the breeze. The beach was empty, with just the noise of the waves. The state had closed the beaches due to the quarantine, not that it would have been busy on a chilly April day anyway. As she got closer back towards the house, she noticed a figure hidden between a few of the smaller dunes. At first, it alarmed her, there had not been another soul out on the beach for weeks. As she approached, she kept her distance, but it became clear that it was a man. He looked dirty and unkempt. Drew walked into the surf to give the man a wide berth. The beach had shrunk considerably due to erosion leaving only thirty feet of sand between the tree line and the shore. She watched the man, who looked to be setting up camp from the corner of her eye. Occasionally they’d get vagrants on the beach, which didn’t bother Drew so much. She felt they had a right to the beach too, as long it didn’t become a problem. They usually ran off within a day or two when other locals got wind of the newest town resident. 

The man seemed not to notice Drew as she walked past, and that put her at ease as she moved further down the beach. The wind had turned off the water, and the temperature had dropped considerably, it was going to rain for sure, she only hoped she’d beat it by the time she got back to the house. She picked up her pace but had the unmistakable feeling that she was being watched. She looked behind her, wondering if the homeless man had followed her, but saw no one. She continued on and picked up her pace a little more. 

Without warning, she felt a tug on the back of her sweater. Startled she turned around and was hit in the head with something hard. She couldn’t register what it was, as her vision went blurry. The world went black.  

Drew shivered, it was the cold she felt first as she slowly opened her eyes. It was dark. She laid on the freezing, soft sand as she felt the raindrops hit her body hard and the noise of the surf in the background. She looked around without sitting up. She wasn’t sure who had attacked her and if they were still around. She laid there shivering, too afraid to move. She heard something large move in the dune grass above and was terrified it was whoever had attacked her. She shut her eyes and tried to listen for their movement. Her head ached so intensely that she felt like she was going to vomit. 

“Drew?” She thought she heard being called out. 

Something rustled in the grass and came closer to her. Terrified, Drew laid there, paralyzed by fear when she thought she heard her name called again. She didn’t recognize the voice and that made her wonder if she was hallucinating. The voice grew closer calling out her name. The man who had hit her came around over the dune and started to drag Drew towards the tree line.

“Drew?” She heard a man’s voice call out. 

She didn’t know who was calling out for her, but she knew if she didn’t fight now, that she was done for in the woods. She tried to scream out as a voice cracked. She took a deeper breath, wetted her mouth and screamed. A hand came down hard over her mouth, and Drew began to thrash around, to kick, clawing, to fight with all she had in her. 

“Drew?” 

She felt the light of the flashlight on her face, as the man trying that was trying to quiet her took off on foot.

“Help! I’m here! Help, me please!”

She looked towards the flashlight, the beam of it searing through her head. A man came up alongside her. She didn’t recognize his voice and couldn’t see his face.

“Oh my God,” he said, as he set the flashlight on her chest and scooped her up into his arms. 

She shined the light on the good samaritan and recognized him as the man who rented the apartment above the garage. The rain pelted them as he carried her down the beach. Her entire body hurt, and she nuzzled her head against his chest. She came too as they approached the house. 

“What the hell did you do to my sister you son of a bitch!” 

“I didn’t. I found her.”

“Oh my God, Drew, sweetie wake up.” 

Drew felt the warmth of her own home as the man set her on the couch. It wasn’t until her body made contact with the warm, soft couch that she realized how much pain she was in.

“You son of a bitch! I’m going to fucking kill you! What the hell did you do to my sister, you fucking creep!”

“I swear I didn’t touch her, I found her like this.”

“Yeah right you weirdo, I’m calling the cops.”

Drew tried to sit up to set the record straight. Anna was a pit bull and fiercely loyal, Drew knew had to say something before Anna pulled a gun on the man.

“No, Anna, it wasn’t him. Please call the police.”

“Ill call,” he said. 

“Prove it wasn’t you,” Anna said.

“Anna it wasn’t, will you help me up? I’d like to wash up.”

“No, stay here. I’ll go get a washrag to help clean you up.”

Drew heard Anna leave the room, and Nathan, on the phone with the police. Drew’s whole body hurt, and she tried not to cry. Nathan walked over to her and knelt down next to her.

“They’re on their way. You’ll be alright.”

“How did you find me?” How did you know I was out there?”

“I’ll explain it to you later.”

Two hours later, after the police had left, and Drew was tucked up safely in bed. She had declined to go to the hospital with a virus raging. An EMT cleaned the cut on her head where she had been hit, and put in a stitch. She had been robbed of her jewellery and had a gash in her head where she had been knocked out, but other than some minor cuts and scrapes she’d be okay. Anna checked on her sister every twenty minutes. Drew begged Anna to got to bed, and around 3 am she finally did. The police said they’d comb the beach for the vagrant, but would probably not find him. The force had been cut by half with officers down with the virus. 

Unable to sleep, Drew got out of bed. She used the ladies room and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She curled up into a large chair in her room, she usually read in. The chair faced out to the beach and overlooked the garage. She noticed a light switch on in the apartment and saw the door open to the balcony. She watched Nathan step out. 

His words from earlier ran through her mind, “I’ll explain later.” Explain what, she wondered. Whatever he had told the police they bought the story, and so did Anna. She knew Nathan had not attacked her on the beach. Nathan looked troubled by the events earlier in the night, just as she was. He returned inside and Drew sat there watching. Her stomach grumbled as she realized the last thing she had eaten was lunch the day before. 

She crept down to the kitchen and made two slices of toast as the sky was just beginning to lighten from black to indigo, the sun would be up soon. She spread butter and strawberry jam onto the slices and put them on a plate. She took her meal over to the breakfast nook in the large kitchen and noticed Nathan’s light was still on. Curiosity got the better of her; she needed to know how he had found her on the beach. It was not a night for a nice walk; she knew he had to have been out there looking for her.

She set down the slice of toast on her plate and walked out of the kitchen, across the driveway, and stopped at Nathan’s door. It was early, what if he wasn’t awake she wondered. Impulsively she knocked anyway, instantly regretting her decisions. She heard his footsteps come down to the door as she stepped away slightly. He opened the door in his boxers and t-shirt. 

“Drew, are you alright?” He asked.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have knocked. I’ll come back later. I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t asleep. Do you want to come up?”

Drew hesitated. 

“Or we can talk out here?”

Drew took a deep breath, “No, I’ll come up.”

Nathan opened the screen door and Drew walked in and up the stairs to the apartment above the garage. She had not been in the apartment since Nathan had moved in. He had made the space cozy. The main living space had been divided into a living room and eating area. She instantly noticed the photographs of the beach on the walls. 

“Did you take these?” Drew asked as she stepped closer to look at them. 

“I did. Would you like some coffee? I just brewed a pot.”

“Sure,” Drew said as she admired Nathan’s work. “These are beautiful. I never see you on the beach though.”

“I’m out there. I just usually keep to myself,” he said as he handed Drew her cup and crossed over into the living room area. He gestured for her to sit. She took a seat on the couch. 

“Thank you for the coffee. I wanted to ask you about what you said earlier tonight.”

“Ah, I thought you would.”

“I know you didn’t attack me. I’m certain of it, but what I don’t understand is how you knew where to find me, or that I was even missing. It doesn’t make sense.”

“I know. Um, I saw you leave and I saw you walking down the beach.”

“Okay but that still doesn’t explain it.”

“No, I know. Um this is going to come out wrong and I don’t want to scare you.”

Drew set her coffee down on the coffee table. Noticing Drew’s change in posture, Nathan put his down too.

“Oh no, it’s nothing bad. At least I don’t think so.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve been photographing you.”

“What?”

“No, it’s not like it sounds. I’ve been photographing you as you walk down the beach. Shit, this is coming out wrong. Not like a creepy stalker. You’re so beautiful, and I’ve done a series. The first time I saw you walking out not the beach, you took my breath away. I snapped your photo, and it was gorgeous.” Nathan stopped as the expression on Drew’s face cautioned him to tread lightly. “Hold on.”

Nathan got up from the couch and walked over to the desk at the far corner of the room. He reached between the wall and the desk and brought out a portfolio case. He brought it back over to Drew and handed her the case.

“Here, you can have them. I didn’t mean any harm by it. I knew you were out on the beach because I photographed you leaving. I usually wait for you to come back. When it got dark, and you didn’t, I was concerned. I came looking for you to make sure you were okay. “

Drew took the case from Nathan.

“Please just look at them, you’ll see.”

Drew turned around with the case in hand and walked out of Nathan’s apartment. She crossed the driveway and entered her kitchen, locking the door behind her.

“What’s that?” Anna asked, sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, with her hair wrapped up in a towel.

“Pictures of me apparently.”

“What? From where? Oh don’t tell me, the creeper from upstairs.”

“He told me I could have them,” Drew said as she set the portfolio case on the kitchen island. 

“Did you look at them?”

“No. It’s how he knew I was down on the beach last night. He photographs me when I walk.”

“Did you know he was taking your picture?”

“Of course not. It’s creepy.”

“Uh yeah! Let’s look at them.”

“No way, I’ve been creeped out enough over the past twenty-four hours.”

“Well I want to see them,” Anna said as she pulled the case closer and unzipped it. 

Drew walked over to the coffee pot and pretended not to care, but peeked at them from the corner of her eye. 

“Drew these are gorgeous,” Anna said as she flipped through them. 

Drew walked over and sat down as Anna flipped through the prints. They were beautiful. Most of them were of Drew way off in the distance down the shore. There were a few that were framed through her beautiful red hair, with the beach in the background. As the two sisters went through them, both were in awe. Nathan had been right; they weren’t creepy. They were stunning art. 

“He’s in love with you,” Anna said as she looked at the last photo, the only one of Drew’s face. He had snapped a picture of her looking out over the lake. 

“That’s ridiculous.” Drew said as she stood up. 

“No, it makes sense now. I thought he looked afraid when he brought you in last night. That’s why I thought he was the one who had hit you. He was afraid for you.”

“You’re nuts, no more Women’s network afternoon movies for you,” Drew said trying to brush off the comment.

“Why were you at his apartment before dawn?”

“I saw that he was awake.”

“Uh huh. And?”

“He said he, never mind, it doesn’t matter.”

Anna stood up and walked over to her sister. “Look I know last night was terrifying but there was something about the way he held you like you were precious, almost fragile. I read it wrong. After seeing the pictures, I get it.”

“How are you not creeped out by this?”

“Are you?”

“I don’t know, a little. He never asked for my consent.”

“If you knew you were being photographed, it would change the picture. If he had not told you, that it was you in most of those, would have known you were the subject. Except for the last one of your face, it could’ve been any redhead.”

“Wait, are you saying he’s suddenly not creepy?”

“No, I’m just saying we don’t really know him.”

“Exactly.”

Over the next few weeks, the quarantine carried on. Nathan kept to himself and Drew felt conflicted. She knew her sister was right, Nathan had feelings for her. His affection and longing for her oozed from the photographs. She didn’t remember a whole lot from the attack but she often woke thinking about the feeling of being safe in Nathan’s arms, his strength, his scent. She wanted to ask him about all of it but couldn’t, she couldn’t bring herself to ask him. 

Laying awake on another sleepless night since the attack, she saw the light in Nathan’s apartment come on. The soft yellow glow of his lamp light lit the ceiling of her room by the windows. She got out of bed and walked over to see him sitting out on the balcony. She found herself wondering what he was thinking about, and that memory of being in his arms surfaced again. Without thinking, she grabbed the portfolio of pictures, he had given her and walked out of the house with them. She crossed the driveway and knocked on his door. Butterflies dance around in her stomach as she heard him descend the stairs to his front door. He opened the door, once again in his boxers and his t-shirt, this time Drew noticed his body. He was muscular, but not like he worked at it. 

“Hi, um. I wanted to bring these back to you.” She said feeling stupid for returning the photos at 2am. “I saw your light on.”

“Oh, they’re yours to keep. I wanted to..” he shifted on his feet, “do you want to come up? I’ve wanted to talk to you but I wanted to give you space too. I…”

“Alright,” Drew interrupted.

He opened the screen door and Drew walked up into the apartment again. She noticed the photos had been taken down and it looked like he was packing up.

“Are you moving out?”

“Yes, when the quarantine is over. My lease is up and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” he said as he walked into the living room behind Drew.

“You don’t have to leave.”

“I think I do. I’m sorry about the photographs. I should have asked you. I deleted the originals. Those are the only copies,” he said pointing to the case in her hand.

“Why? They’re gorgeous. I think they’re the most beautiful pictures that have ever been taken of me. They’re artistic and,” Drew paused searching for the right words. “They convey so much emotion. I love them.”

“You do?”

Drew nodded. 

“Please don’t leave on my account. I like having you here. I keep thinking of the night of the attack. I am so grateful you found me. I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened had you not.”

“Me either.”

“Can I ask you something,” Drew said, setting the case on the couch. 

“Sure.”

“My sister says that these photographs depict affection, admiration, longing. I know that sounds nuts, but I wanted to ask.”

Nathan looked down at the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I feel like an idiot, up here at two in the morning, asking you this but if I don’t ask it now, I’ll never have the nerve.”

“You’re sister is a smart woman.”

“But you don’t even know me.”

“I know you are kind, you see the beauty in nature,” he said as he took a step closer towards her. 

“I keep thinking about that night. The look in your eyes when we got back here, so much concern, care. Am I off base here?”

Nathan stepped close enough that Drew could smell his body, that same calm, strong, manly smell that had brought her so much comfort. She could almost feel his breath on her. He reached up and lightly touched her cheek as he brought his lips to hers. His kiss was gentle as it brushed her lips softly, but it packed a punch, as Drew’s knees felt wobbly from it. 

“Guess not,” Drew whispered before kissing Nathan again, this time like she meant it. 

He pulled her in close to him, and she was once again wrapped in his strong arms. They kissed as they stumbled their way around boxes to the bedroom. He backed her up to his bed as she laid down and he came over her, his body heavy, but wonderful. 

“Please don’t leave,” she said softly. “I don’t want this to be over before it’s begun.”

He lent down and kissed her again, with a kiss that set her entire body aflame. 

“You are so beautiful. I have wondered for so long what it would be like to hold you. If you want me to stay I will.”

Nathan made love to Drew, and it was love. They laid in his bed arm in arm as they watched the sunrise. Drew smiled as she looked out over the lake from his bed, wrapped in his arms, happy and at the beginning of the greatest love story of her life. 

Mia stepped into the elevator with a weak cup of coffee from the sad pot in her hotel room in hand. She’d get proper coffee after the meeting. Her stomach flipped nervously as the elevator descended. She said a small silent prayer that it would not stop at Luke’s floor. Last night had been awkward; she had almost slept with him. The elevator bell rang as the door opened and Luke stepped in. Mia looked down nervously and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Morning,” Luke said lightly.

“Good morning,” Mia replied.

“Ready for this meeting?”

“Mm-hmm.” Mia said, praying this would be the end of the forced conversation. 

Luke turned towards her.

“Mia about last night.”

No, not here, I don’t want to talk about this now, she thought. The elevator bell dinged as they reached the ground floor. Mia had never been so grateful to be out of the elevator. She stepped out, and Luke followed. They had the pitch of their career to one of their firms largest clients in Santa Monica. The plan had been to fly in and out quickly before travel for the country shut down. A mysterious illness was spreading rapidly, and there was talk of a travel shutdown. The company needed this pitch to go well. Mia and Luke were the top two performers for the company, so they had been sent out on a Hail Mary. 

Mia stepped out of the hotel, expecting the air to be warm, but the ocean breeze was still chilly. It sure beat the snow back in Chicago thought. The doorman recognized her and went around to get the rental car. Luke took advantage of the moment.

“Mia about last night, I just wanted to apologize.”

“There’s no need. We were having nice time and things just got out of hand, no need to apologize.”

Please let this be the end of this, Mia thought to herself. She couldn’t deal with and bring her A-game to the pitch. The car came around, and Mia walked for the driver’s side before Luke could. The passive-aggressive move of power was noticed. As Mia grabbed the key from the driver, he asked, “Are you folks leaving today before the shutdown?”

“Hopefully,” Mia said as she got into the car. 

Luke, who had already gotten in the car, leaned towards the driver’s side. “Any word on anything official? The news was saying maybe by 5 pm tonight?”

“I haven’t heard anything official. I just know most everyone is checking out this morning.”

Three hours later, Mia and Luke walked out of the Plaza Building, closed deal in hand. Mia had worked her entire career to get to this point, and now, she had just accomplished something that was sure to put her inline for a significant promotion, possibly partner in the firm. As Luke drove back to the hotel, they had both noticed that traffic seemed a bit lighter. 

“Should we have a drink to celebrate,” Luke asked as they pulled up to the hotel?

“Maybe a drink at the airport might be better. With everyone so jitter about a shutdown, it creeps me out. I’ll feel better once we are on the plane back home.

“You’re right. It’s a weird feeling, isn’t it? Let’s pack up and head for the airport early then”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll meet you down in the lobby in twenty?”

“Sure.”

They dropped the car with the valet again and went up to their rooms. Mia changed out of her suit and heels and into jeans and a soft navy sweater and a pair of loafers for the flight. She packed up the last of her toiletries and checked her appearance in the mirror. Her engagement ring caught the sunlight as she straightened her hair. She stopped and looked down at it, and thought of Landon, her finance. They had been friends first, then lovers, and now even though they were engaged, they sat in some sort of a grey area. She loved him, but the passion was gone. When she had accepted the ring, she had meant it. She and Landon had been engaged for almost five years, yet neither felt that they needed to set a date. 

Mia met Luke down in the lobby, and they walked out and waited for the car to be brought around again. Mia noticed Luke’s grey sweater seemed to match his eyes, as his auburn hair, with its natural golden highlights, shone in the California sunshine. 

“You look nervous,” Luke said.

“Me? No not really. I just want to get home.”

“Will Landon be home?”

“No, he called last night he’s going to wait it out in Singapore.”

“He’s still over there with that merger?”

“Yeah, he wants to be there as soon as life resumes to help push it through.”

Luke nodded, and Mia knew it was a silent judgement. She resented it and felt embarrassed for what looked like Landon’s lack of concern for her. The car came around, and Mia let Luke drive. She was grateful for the pause in conversation as she looked out the window. Twenty minutes down the road, both Mia and Luke’s phone buzzed. Mia pulled her phone out to see that the flight home to Chicago had been cancelled, Luke’s said the same thing. Luke pulled off the highway and pulled into a Starbucks parking lot.

“Okay plan B,” Luke said.

“No plan B,” Mia replied, “All air traffic has been halted. We’re stuck. We can try and drive. I mean we have a rental car.” She didn’t look up from her phone.

“If this virus is serious enough to halt air traffic I doubt that we’ll make it driving cross country to Chicago.”

Mia turned and looked at Luke, hoping he couldn’t see how terrified she was. 

“I don’t know anyone out here where I can stay. I guess we can go back to the hotel?”

“I have an idea. It’s nuts but it’s an idea.”

Mia took a deep breath.

“My uncle owns a little cottage further up the coast, near Cambria. I could call and see if it’s free, and we could wait this out up there?”

Mia looked out the window as she weighted Luke’s suggestion. Who knew how long they were going to be stuck. 

“Mia, do you want me to call and see?”

Mia nodded, “Okay, it’s better than staying back a the hotel. The logistics of that are a nightmare.”

Mia stepped out of the car as Luke placed his call. She pulled out her phone and leaned up against the vehicle. She wanted to let Landon know what was going on. It was early there, but she didn’t want him to worry. Her hands shook as she texted him:

Hi babe sorry to text so early. So, I’m stuck in California. I don’t know how long I’ll be here. Luke from work has a cottage up the coast we’re going to try to stay at near Cambria. Hope you’re safe.

She dropped her phone and reached down to pick it up. Luke knocked on the window, as she wiped the grit from the parking lot off of it. She turned around and opened the car door. 

“The cottage is ours. We can order some groceries to be dropped off if we order quickly. My uncle Dan said the place is pretty well stocked right now. They were going to try to come down but didn’t make it before the shutdown. So do you want to go?”

Mia got into the car. 

“Thank you. I think that’s the best idea at least until we know more.  Your uncle won’t mind you bringing me along?”

“No. It will just be us. As I said, they got stuck up in Washington state, where they live. Actually had I known they had planned to come down, I would’ve just planned to go there anyway. The cottage is in a pretty spot.”

“Thanks for letting me come along. Please make sure to thank your uncle for me.” 

“I will, but we’d better get going it’s a bit of a drive. Will you look up the number to Dub’s Grocery Store in Cambria City? We’ll need to order groceries.”

“By phone? Don’t they have a website?”

“I’m sure they do but my uncle said to talk to Dub directly.”

“Ah, let me find the number here.”

Four hours later just as the sun was beginning to set, they pulled off of the Pacific Coast Highway onto a dirt track towards the Ocean. The drive down had been so incredibly beautiful, and during normal circumstances, Mia would have insisted stopping several times to get pictures and explore the neat little towns they passed through. The car crept over the bumpy track as they defended down towards the shore. Around a bank of large trees stood a small white cottage. It reminded Mia of something out of an English garden more than the California coast. Luke pulled the car up to the covered porch and spotted the two boxes of groceries that said Dub’s General Store- Cambria City, CA. on the side. 

Mia stepped out of the car, as the wind whipped off the ocean. Streaks of red, orange, purple and magenta streaked across the sky as the sun made its final descent towards the horizon. Even in these circumstances, it was so beautiful, that one could not help but stop and take in the splendour of it. She shut the car door and walked towards the edge of the small cliff where the cottage sat. The sandy beach was accessible through a well-worn path. She walked to the edge and looked down thinking there had to be a good twenty feet between her and the shore. She backed a few steps back and curled her hands around herself as the wind battered her. It’s so beautiful here, it’s worth being cold, she thought to herself. She heard Luke approach from behind and turned to see him walk up with a wool blanket.

“Here, I thought you might want this. It’s never really hot here, and always windy.” He held out the blanket for her. 

“Thank you,” she said over the roar of the wind.

She pulled the blanket around her and took a deep breath. The wool seemed to be an impenetrable force for the cold wind, it warmed her quickly. 

“You enjoy. I’ll bring our bags in.” Luke said.

Snapping out of the trance-like state from the sunset, she turned and faced Luke, remembering she was a guest, and had been incredibly rude.

“Oh let me help. Sorry, I was just so struck by the beauty of this.”

“No, stay. Enjoy it. Really. It is beautiful.”

Mia smiled and turned back towards the view. She heard Luke walk back towards the car and took the moment to check her phone again. Landon had not texted back and it was now morning. He had to have seen the text by now, Mia thought. She looked at her phone, no texts and no missed calls. Wondering if her phone was not working properly she turned it off and back on again. Turning back to the sunset she checked the phone screen occasionally as it rebooted. Once fully up and running, the status had stayed the same. She tried not to be concerned. 

As the last sliver of fiery-orange dipped below the horizon, Mia turned back towards the cottage. It was quaint with its wood siding and turquoise blue shutters. She walked back and saw a white wicker swing partially covered, sitting on the porch waiting to be hung. On the other side, there was a small bistro table and two chairs. She knocked as she opened the front door, not sure what the polite thing was to do. The front of the cottage had been recently redone, as everything looked more modern than the structure itself. There was a large open plan kitchen that shared the space with a smaller living room and a stone fireplace off to one side. The other side of the room was flanked by French doors that looked out to the ocean. 

“Come in,” Luke said standing behind the kitchen island. “I’m just putting the groceries away.”

Mia slung the blanket over the back of the couch and walked towards the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve helped. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sunset so beautiful in all of my life. What a beautiful spot.”

“Don’t worry. It happens to the best of us. I used to spend summers here when I was a kid. The whole world seems to stop when the sun sets like that here. When I was a kid, my parents, aunts and uncles, grandparents, they’d all have cocktails out there for sunset.”

“Really,” Mia said as she sat at one of the stools at the kitchen island. “That is very neat. I’ve never asked where you’re from.”

“My family is from New York, and we’re spread all over the country. I grew up in New York state though.”

“Hmmm, I’ve never picked up the your accent.”

“Oh this accent?” Luke said in a thick New York accent.

“That’d be the one,” Mia laughed. 

“I kind of lost it over the years.”

“So summers on one coast, and the rest of the year on the other. Nice.”

“Would you like a glass of wine? Uncle Dan always keeps a stocked cellar. We can help ourselves to anything but the wine on the red racks.”

“Sure, where’s the cellar?”

“Here I’ll show you.”

Mia got up and followed Luke to the wall behind the kitchen where a fully stocked wine cellar stood. She followed him into the small space in awe of how many bottles there were. She would have never thought from the outside that the inside of the cottage would have such lovely amenities. Luke reached around her and grabbed a bottle of Malbec. Mia caught a whiff of his scent, leather, sandalwood and something citrusy that she couldn’t place. She had first noticed on the flight out. 

She and Luke had worked together for the past two years, but both of them travelled for work and rarely spent in the office together for more than a week at a time. She liked him, as he had always been nice to her, and competent at his job. They had gone out to a few social occasions at work, and he had met Landon. Luke had a wife, who ran off with her personal trainer, shortly after Mia had met Luke. 

As they walked out of the cellar Mia found the bathroom. She stepped in front of the mirror and took in her windswept look. Her cheeks were pink from the wind still, and her normally smooth brown locks were sticking out in every which way. She smoothed her hair down, running her fingers through it, as the noise of the ocean pulled her towards the window. She looked out of the small bathroom window towards the ocean. It was now dark outside, but she knew it was there, she could smell it and hear it. 

After a dinner of grilled steaks and a bottle of wine, they sat in front of the massive stone fireplace with a small fire going. There was something so comfortable about the cottage, that felt instantly like home to Mia, and for some reason that put her slightly on edge. The large white sofa, with its overstuffed cushions, felt like a cloud to sit on as Luke sat in the leather chair opposite. They had talked about the merger and toasted to their success at dinner. Mia wasn’t trying to be rude; she just wasn’t very talkative. Landon’s absence had unsettled her. She’d try and call him when she settled in for the night. 

As if Luke read her mind he asked, “Have you heard from Landon?”

Mia sat up further on the couch.

“I haven’t. Normally, I’d say he was in a meeting but its a Saturday morning, afternoon now. I wish he’d text, something so I know he’s okay.”

“It won’t bother me if you want to call him.”

“I tried earlier. I’ll try again at bedtime.”

“I’m sure there’s an explanation for his absenece. Why don’t I show you to your room? That way you can call or have sometime to yourself when you want to.”

“Thank you,” Mia nodded as she said it, although she wasn’t sure if  it was Luke’s subtle way of asking for the living room for himself. 

Luke stood and Mia followed him past the kitchen and bathroom towards the back of the cottage. 

He stopped at the last door of the hallway.

“I’m going to give you the master. You’ll have your own bathroom and private deck, kind of your own space. It also has the best views in the cottage.”

“Oh? You don’t have to give me the best room.”

“Believe me, you’ll want it when you see the view in the morning.,” Luke said as he opened the door and switched on the light. There was a large bed with plush white linens and a tall tan upholstered headboard. The furniture in the room was in various shades of white, light tan, and the palest baby blue, to look like the ocean. The far side of the room was a series of French doors that overlooked the view, and where the private deck was. The room looked more like a luxury, boutique hotel room. Luke and Mia stepped into the room entirely, and he turned around. 

“The bathroom is in there. There is a clawfoot tub in there large enough to swim in.”

“Luke, this is so generous. Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Like I said, when you wake up in the morning look to your left out those doors. You will not be disappointed.”

“Where are you staying, I mean which room?”

“First door on the left, down the hall. It’s always been my room here. Don’t worry, all of the rooms are really nice.”

“Oh, I wasn’t implying.”

“No I know. Anyway, there’s your suitcase,” he pointed to it sitting next to the dresser, “please feel free to use anything you’d like or need. I’ll let you get settled in. Think of the cottage as your’s too.”

“Luke thank you so much, and if you talk to your Uncle please tell him thank you too. This is so generous and so beautiful.”

Mia reached out and hugged Luke, and he hugged her back. The hug was filled with gratitude, but there was something more there, Mia felt it, and she knew Luke did too. There was something about being in his arms that she found intoxicating. The hug lasted a second longer than it should have and when she pulled away, his lips brushed over the top of her head. She wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but her stomach fluttered. She stepped out of his embrace, both of the unsure and slightly embarrassed. 

Luke left the room and Mia settled in. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the light to see the tub Luke had mentioned. It was beautiful. She opted for a shower instead, saving a soak in the big tub for another night. She was grateful that the cottage had been well-stocked, not just with food, but quality toiletries as well. She slipped into her pyjamas, a soft pink coloured silk slip, with champagne-coloured lace. She had spotted it in a window of a lingerie boutique on Oak Street in Chicago. The slip was ridiculously expensive, but she splurged and bought it anyway. Tonight the luxurious weight of the silk felt softer against her skin. She pulled the throw pillows off the bed and sat them in one of the chairs in the room. Pulling back the blankets, she climbed into the bed, sinking into to the lushness of it. The linens on the bed were of the highest quality, and the mattress seemed to hug her body. She picked up her phone from the nightstand and called Landon again. This time she left a more serious voicemail asking him to call no matter the hour. 

The next morning Mia woke early before Luke. She pulled her robe around her and set out to make coffee in the kitchen. Once the pot had brewed, she poured herself a cup and took it back to her room. She had intended to drink it in bed, but the view of the ocean from the deck lulled her outside. With the way that the deck had been built and the cottage situated on the plot, the wind from yesterday did not batter her. It was chilly, and she pulled her robe closed further as she sipped her coffee. She checked her phone and tried to call Landon again as she dressed for the day, but still did not get an answer. Her annoyance had begun to turn to worry. 

Over the next few days, Mia and Luke passed the time by working, reading, and playing old board games. Mia had not heard from Landon, and she was not sick with worry. At the same time, she found herself falling hard for Luke. There was something in the air between them, that felt like pressure building. Mia knew what the release was, but she wouldn’t let herself think about it for too long. Luke took a business call from his room, while Mia worked from the kitchen island when her phone buzzed. She reached over and saw that it said she had missed a call from Landon. The phone had not rung. She picked it up and ran back to her room, calling him again. This time he finally picked up after four days of silence.

“Lan, are you okay?”

“Hi, I’m alright. How is California?”

“What? Where have you been?”

“I’m sorry I haven’t answered your calls and texts. I..”

“Are you okay? Why didn’t you answer me? Landon, I’ve been worried sick.”

There was an eerie silence on the phone that put Mia on edge.

“I’m sorry I worried you. I just wasn’t ready to have this conversation.”

“What conversation? What are you talking about?”

“Mia I met someone. I know there isn’t a good time to do this, and my timing sucks. She lives here in Singapore.”

“What, Landon? What are you talking about?”

“Mia I’m sorry. I love you, but not wife kind of love, more like a friend kind of love. I know I should’ve told you before now, I’m sorry.”

This time Mia was silent, she didn’t now what to say. 

“Lee and I got married over the weekend. I’m not telling you this to hurt you. I just want you to know that I have fully committed to my new life here. We’re going to have a baby. Mia I’m sorry to hurt you.”

, hMia pulled the phone away from her ear in disbelief as she heard Landon call out her name. She pushed the red button on her screen and dropped her phone to make the pain spewing from it to stop. She opened the French door and walked off of the patio and down to the beach. Where she sat for a long time deep in thought, how did I miss that? I know we’ve grown apart, but a whole other life! She thought to herself. The more she thought about it, she wasn’t sad that Landon wasn’t marrying her, it was the betrayal that hurt most of all. When she looked deep down and was honest with herself, she knew it would not have worked with Landon. 

The sun had shifted towards the horizon, she had sat for so long down on the shore. She was deep in her own thoughts that when Luke put his hand on her shoulder he scared her. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. Is everything alright? You haven’t moved from that spot for two hours. I thought maybe you’d gotten some bad news. I heard you run through the house. Can I sit next to you?”

Mia nodded and Luke sat down next to her. He just sat and did not try to pull information out of her, knowing she’d talk when she was ready. Mia was grateful. 

“Landon called. He got married yesterday, and has a baby on the way in Singapore.”

 Mia looked at him, as her bottom lip quivered. 

“Wow. Mia I’m so sorry. That’s awful.”

“Is it strange that part of me thought it was coming? I mean not exactly like this, but there was something in me that just knew something wasn’t right. I was a coward, I should have left him. I… I..”

Luke reached over and pulled Mia’s lips to his before she could finish her statement. His touch was gentle. He looked her in the eye, and she nodded slightly, giving permission before he brought his mouth down over hers. Suddenly Mia could feel that pressure between them begin to ease somewhat. She realized in that moment that the man she truly wanted was kissing her in the most beautiful place she had ever been. She wrapped her arm around his neck and leaned into him, committing to the kiss. The shift in balance caused him to topple backwards as he held her. He landed with a soft thud on the sand, and Mia pulled away enough to see his face. She felt his laugh before she heard it, and it put her at ease.

“I’ve wanted to do that for the past two years,” Luke confessed. 

“Only that,” Mia asked with a playful tone in her voice?

Luke smiled slyly. 

“We could go back up to the cottage and…” Mia said as she got off of Luke and stood. 

He stood, and followed Mia, their walk, turning to a jog and an all-out sprint by the time they reached the cottage. Mia turned around just as they entered the cottage and pulled Luke’s body in close to hers. He kissed her with such passion that she felt it in her knees. The stood in the middle of the living room, shedding clothes, breathless. 

“Mia wait, stop,” Luke said, each word coming out as a gasp. “I really want this, are you sure you want this?”

Mia removed her bra and let it fall to her feet.

“Mia your gorgeous.”

 “I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything before.” She reached up and pulled her mouth to his, kissing him without abandon. 

My body shook. It was too much emotion all at once, and it seemed to ooze out through my body physically as I trembled. 

“Get out. I never want to see you again!” I shouted. 

Sam just stood there dumbfounded, in disbelief that I was kicking him out. 

“Linds, please let me explain, it’s not what it looks like. I mean it is, but I am so sorry I would do anything to take it back.”

My anger had shifted to heartbreak again, and my tears flowed again. The harder I tried to hold them back the fuller and faster they fell. 

“Just leave,” I said softly as I stood in the middle of our living room. The living room we had just pained in our new house. 

“Linds, please.”

Rage surged again inside me.

“Get out of my house!”

“Our house,” Sam said quietly. 

I knew he was right, but that was an argument for another time. We had only just moved in two months ago. We had bought this house as our first starter home, and I imagined us starting a family in it. Now that dream was gone. Sam looked at me, the remorse coming off of him in waves. I said nothing and stared at him hard. He turned around, grabbing his bag, and his keys out of the dish on the table by the door. He stepped out and closed the door quietly behind him. 

I stood in the middle of our living room of the life we had begun to build, in shock. I didn’t know what to do. What does one do when her finance sleeps with the exotic dancer at his bachelor party? Our cat Oliver wound around my legs, his tail stroking my calf. I took a deep breath and headed for the kitchen. I grabbed the bottle of white wine out of the fridge, the bag of spicy potato chips and headed for my bed. I didn’t bother with a glass; I intended to finish the whole bottle. I climbed into bed as Oliver curled up alongside me. I could smell Sam’s scent on his side of the bed. Angry, I pushed his pillow off the bed. Oliver seemed unfazed and was more interested in the bag of potato chips. 

I woke the next morning with a blinding headache and a mouth so dry it felt like I had crossed a desert in the night. I sat up slowly and looked around the bedroom. Our bedroom that was now my bedroom, I wondered? I noticed that Oliver wasn’t in bed with me, and I thought it was odd. I got up and slowly made my way to the bathroom, passing the living room on the way. As I used the bathroom it dawned on me that I had passed Sam sleeping on the couch in our living room. I hadn’t heard him come back in during the night, but then I doubt I would’ve heard anything after an entire bottle of wine. I walked back into the living room, and sure enough, he was fast asleep on our couch. 

“Wake up,” I said firmly, then backed down my tone, it hurt my head to be any louder. “Sam, wake up.”

He opened his eyes and sprung up, causing his footing to be unstable. He braced himself against the couch. 

“I know, I’m not supposed to be here. You asked me to go, and I did.”

“Why are you here now,” I asked, cutting him off.

“I have nowhere to go.”

“Go home to your parents, or Duane’s.”

“I never want to see him again. I can’t go to my parents, all flights have been grounded, and nonessential travel cancelled.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That virus, the entire country is on lockdown. I went to rent a hotel room last night, and they wouldn’t let me check-in. There’s a statewide order that started at midnight. I got pulled over on my way home last night for violating it. I didn’t even know the damn thing was going on. Here,” he said as he reached for the remote and turned on the television.

I watched the crawl at the bottom of the screen trying to gain as much understanding as I could grasp as quickly as I could. With the lead up to our wedding, and then this bombshell with Sam, I had been out of touch. Apparently much more out of touch than I had realized. I sat on the edge of our coffee table and watched. 

“I’ll make some coffee,” Sam said as he left me watching tv. 

I watched in disbelief at the reality I had woken up to. My cell phone rang, and I answered without looking at who was calling. 

“Lindsey, are you okay? Is Sam okay? We’ve been so worried about you two,” my mother said. “You didn’t answer your phone last night, neither did Sam, we’ve been so afraid for you two.”

“I’m sorry mom. I didn’t mean to scare you. I took a sleeping pill,” I lied, “and went to bed.”

“Oh, are you ill? Why are you taking a sleeping pill? Is it wedding jitters?”

“No mom,” I said as Same walked back into the living room with a cup of coffee in his hand for me. He sat down next to me and handed me my cup. I nodded as my mother went on.

“Yes, mom, he’s here. We’re both safe and here, together.” I tried not to look at Sam as I said it. Taking a deep breath, I searched for a way to get off of the phone. I felt Sam pull the phone away from me gently.

“Hi Mrs Windsor, I mean mom, yes, we’re safe.” Sam stood up and walked over to the window as he took the “mom” bullet for me. 

I grabbed my coffee and walked out of the room. I needed a shower, I smelled of stale wine, and if I was honest I needed a minute to think about my next move. I started the shower, and made it as hot as I could tolerate. I took two Tylenol from the medicine cabinet and washed them down with my coffee before I stepped into the shower. 

As I walked out of the bathroom, my towel wrapped around me I could smell breakfast cooking. I listened for Sam’s voice, wondering if he was still stuck on the phone with my mother, but I only heard the noise of him cooking. I walked into our bedroom and dressed before I made the bed. I found Sam in the kitchen sitting at the table with Oliver spread out next to the plate of pancakes.

“I’m sorry about this Linds; I’ll be on my way as soon as I can. I just need to find a place.”

The kitchen seemed sunnier than usual, this morning and the light pierced through my skull, angering my headache further. The sunlight in the morning in this kitchen was one of the things I had loved most about this house, when we looked at it. Now the cheery sunshine felt odd and out of place. I rubbed my head as I walked and sat down at the table. Oliver took it as an invitation and stood up and walked over. I hated it when Sam let him on the table while we ate. I petted Oliver’s head and then put him on the floor. Sam put another forkful of pancake into his mouth and chewed quietly. 

“I just don’t understand,” I said softly. 

“Which thing?” 

“You and I. It’s enough for the rest of the world to fall apart but to do it without the one person, who I thought was my person. I think that is what is scariest of all.”

Sam took a deep breath and put his fork down on the plate. 

“I will always be your person Linds. I know you don’t believe that, but it’s the truth. I never set out to hurt you. Believe me if I could be somewhere else and spare you this pain right now I would. At the same time, I am glad I am here. Who knows how crazy this might get,” he gestured outside. “I’ll try to stay out of your way. I’ll see if I can make a space for myself in the garage until I can find a new place.”

I looked over at him and nodded. The whole scene so surreal.

He pushed the plate he had made for me towards me. I pushed it gently away from me.

“I know you’re so angry with me, but you need to eat,” he said softly. 

“I can’t eat this morning,” I said as I stood up. “I’m going to go camp out in the bedroom and log-on to work to see what the plan is for Monday.”

I curled up in my bed with my laptop and didn’t bother to open it. All I wanted was things to be the way they were. I wanted to be in Sam’s arms; I needed to be in his arms. I loved him, but in my gut, I couldn’t reconcile the betrayal. I fell asleep and woke in the late afternoon. Groggily, I walked from the bedroom. The house was silent as I walked through. There was a part of me that was afraid that Sam had left, that he had found somewhere else to stay. I walked out the backdoor, and heard saw him hauling more junk out of the garage. When we moved it, the garage had been packed full of a lifetime of the previous occupant’s junk. We had intended to clean it out but had not gotten to that point yet. Sam had built a sizable pile in the back yard, that was separated into wood and metal. He stopped as he walked out his hands full, sweat on his brow, dirt on his face, when he spotted me.

“Hi, I thought I’d get started. I cannot believe how much stuff is in this garage. It’s crazy. I almost have a space large enough for a bed cleared.” He said as he dumped an old chair into the pile of wooden items, none of which were functional. The slapped his work gloves together, to shed the cobwebs that had stuck to them, as he walked up to the back porch. 

“I found a bed to put in here.”

“You found a bed in the garage,” I asked?

“No, I.. uh… Mark has an extra. He’s going to drop it in the driveway in a little bit. Sorry, I just wanted to give you your space. I’ll put the medal at the end of the driveway, I’m sure a scrapper will come to get it, and I’ll burn this old wood in the wood stove in the garage if it gets too cold out here, or you can burn it in the fireplace in the house if you want. I’ll break it down for you.”

I felt a pang of guilt that he was having to make a place for himself in the garage, but reminded myself that he had done it to himself. I went back into the house without saying anything and spent my afternoon catching up on work. I saw our mutual friend Mark pull up with a twin mattress and box spring in the back of his pickup truck. Mark came to the front door and knocked, but before I could answer it Sam came around front. 

“I’m back here,” Sam shouted so Mark would hear him. 

I listened to Mark walk off the porch, and I left them to it as I went to start dinner. As I began to prepare dinner, I overheard their conversation. 

“Man what were you thinking, Linds is…” Mark said, the frustration thick in his voice. 

“I don’t remember doing it. I was so wasted. I could kill myself for hurting Lindsey. I love her. Fucking Duane. I’m my own man, but damnit, why did he let me do that?”

“How’d Linds find out?”

“I told her.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I couldn’t lie to her.”

“Wait, let me get this straight, you told her you slept with the dancer, but you don’t even remember doing it? What the hell, man?”

“Duane said we were all over each other, I mean I woke up naked next to the girl. I mean, I honestly don’t remember. I slept with someone. I just wish I could remember.”

“I was there for most of the night, and you were fucked up, but not that fucked up. What did the girl say when you woke up next to her?”

“She didn’t. I got up to use the bathroom and when I came back, she was gone. Duane stood in the doorway of his room and clapped.”

“Fucking Duane. If I were you, I’d find the girl. I know you man, you’d never do that to Linds. I mean, did the two of you fool around before you went out that night?”

“Yeah.”

“Well is it possible that you didn’t sleep with the dancer?” 

“It’s possible. Shit, I don’t know. I wish I could remember. I’ve never drunk myself blackout drunk.”

“You weren’t when I left, I mean you were pretty trashed, but you were still conscious. I left around 2am. Find the girl.”

“I’ve tried. Duane said he hired her from an online ad but couldn’t remember where. I told him, to text her back, and he said she hasn’t replied.”

“Well when all of this shit blows over, I’ll go see if I can find her. I hate to see you two like this. I’m glad you’re staying here, though. It makes me nervous, her by herself right now.”

“Yeah. Thanks for the bed.”

I sat at the table, my stomach rolling as I overheard their conversation. The fact that Sam had doubts that he had slept with the woman, yet still told me left me more confused. I stood to stir the pot of marinara sauce I had started when I saw Mark leave, waving to Sam. I moved on to chopping up vegetables for a salad to go along with my pasta when I heard a knock at our back door. I walked over and opened the door.

“Would it be okay if I showered before I grab some of my things,” Sam asked, still standing on the other side of the screen door. 

“Of course.” 

I moved out of the way and went back to cooking. I heard the shower start as I finished up dinner. I made myself a plate of pasta and salad and set one aside for Sam as I took mine back to my bedroom. I heard him dress and leave out of the back door. I got up to see the light on in the garage. That night I laid in our bed once again, by myself. Oliver had chosen to bunk with Sam in the garage, and part of me was happy about it. Thinking about what to do preoccupied my mind, and I found it difficult to sleep deeply. 

The next morning I woke late and made my way into the kitchen. Coffee had not been made, and I wondered if Sam was awake and had not come in or had not woken yet. I made coffee and opened the back door, so he would know that I was awake. As late morning turned into early afternoon, I noticed that Sam had not emerged from the garage. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. I poured him a cup of coffee and walked to the door at the side of the garage. I knocked, and when I didn’t hear anything, I peeked inside. I stepped inside and saw Sam’s small living space set up inside the garage. Oliver meowed loudly as he walked in circles at the end of Sam’s bed. Sam was curled up.

“Sam, I brought you coffee”, I said loud enough to wake him, but he didn’t rouse.

Concerned, I walked over and knelt down to wake him. He was feverish to the touch. I shook him hard, and he roused slightly. He was ill, very ill. Terrified, I put down the mugs of coffee and pulled my phone out of my back pocket. I saw him shiver as I dialled for an ambulance. The virus started with a high fever, and I had never seen Sam sick with more than a sniffle in the two years since we had met. The operator answered, and I told her our address and Sam’s condition. I opened the overhead door, so the EMT’s would be able to grab him easily. I sat as with him as I waited, the realization that he might actually die hit me hard. I knelt back down and set the phone on the garage floor. I reached over and ran my hand through this thick brown hair. He looked up at me as he shivered hard again.

“I love you, Sam, please hang on. Help is on its way.”

He slipped his hand out from underneath the blanket, and I grabbed it and gave it a gentle squeeze as I heard the ambulance approach. The EMT’s got out and brought the gurney down the driveway. Seeing them in full protective gear terrified me. I knew the virus was contagious, and it hadn’t occurred to me that I had been so close to Sam, and might have contacted it. I tried to go with him, but the EMT’s told me only patients were allowed at the hospital right now. I stood a the end of my driveway as I watched Sam leave in the back of an ambulance. A state trooper approached me from behind. 

“Ma’am are you that man’s fiancé?”

I turned around to see the Sherriff standing far away from me, with a mask on his face.

“Yes.”

“You’ll need to quarantine yourself in your home for the next fourteen days if your finance tests positive for the virus. Until we know, we’re asking you to quarantine voluntarily. I will have to put a notice up on your property, so other’s know to stay away. I’m sorry it’s the law.”

I nodded and walked into the house as if on autopilot. I sat on the couch watching the last light of day leave the room. I didn’t want to call my parents, and Sam’s lived out of town. I didn’t have anything to tell anyone until I had more news. I got up to let Oliver in as he meowed loudly at the back door. I went out back and shut the garage door, and grabbed Sam’s phone out of the garage. I brought it in the house, making sure to disinfect it. I realize how silly that was, having been in close contact with him today. I made myself a cup of tea, and set both his and my phone on the kitchen table, hoping the hospital would call. After I finished my cup, I couldn’t wait for the hospital to call any longer. I needed to know how he was doing. The phone rang and rang without an answer. It felt like the life I recognized was slipping away from me. I was angry and terrified. I slammed my phone down onto the table. 

 Not knowing why I picked up Sam’s phone and started to look through it. There were 14 unread text messages. Three were from Mark, and the rest were from Duane. I looked through them, as my stomach lurched. It had been a prank. Sam had not slept with the dancer. Duane thought it was a funny joke. I began to sob, thinking of Sam alone in the garage so sick and now alone at the hospital. 

 I sat up on the couch most of the night, as Oliver purred away on my lap. Finally, around 3 am, my phone rang. I jumped at the noise of it, startling Oliver, who clawed into my lap. The screen said Lawndale Hospital. My hands shook as I answered it. 

“Hello is this Lindsay Eaton?”

“Yes, how is Sam? Is he okay?”

“Hello I’m Dr Tompson, I’m treating your fiancé. He’s stable for now, Miss Eaton.”

I felt tears of relief spill down my cheeks.

“Can I talk to him?”

“He’s resting now.”

“Okay, when he wakes up will you please tell him I love him, and I know the truth. Please, I know that sounds nuts, but he needs to know.”

“I’ll tell him. I’ll call with more updates as we have them. He has texted positive for the virus. You will need to monitor your temperature and will have to self isolate for the next fourteen days. This is very important.”

“Of course. Can his family come see him? I know I can’t, but can someone be there with him?”

“I’m sorry we can’t allow any visitors right now.”

I bit onto my lip to keep from crying harder. 

“He’s responding well to the therapy so far. I think his prognosis is good. I will call if anything changes and will update you tomorrow morning. Take care of yourself, Miss Eaton.”

The phone hung up before I could say anything more. I dialled Sam’s parents and told them what I knew. Then I called my own parents. Everyone wanted to come to be with us but with the travel ban in effect; they couldn’t travel. I fell asleep on our couch as the sun came up. I woke to the sound of my phone ringing in my hand. I saw that it was a number I didn’t recognize. I answered right away anyway just in case. 

“Hello, this is Lindsey Eaton.”

“Hold on,” a man’s voice said, and my phone beeped to accept a video call. I pulled it away and saw Sam. He had an oxygen mask on and looked weak. 

“Linds?” Sam asked pulling his mask away. “I love you.”

“Sam, I love you too. Honey, please get better and come home to me.”

“Are you sick?”

“No so far, I feel alright.”

“I’m so sorry for all of this.”

“No, Sam, I’m sorry. You haven’t done anything wrong. Duane tried to pull the worst practical joke ever. If I ever see him again, I’ll kill him for putting us through this.”

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter, please just get better. When you come home, if you still want to, I want to marry you.”

I watched as his eyes watered.

“We should wrap up. You need your rest,” a voice from off-screen said.

“It’s a date. I can’t wait to marry you. I love you, Linds.”

“I love you too.” 

I kissed the phone screen before he hung up. 

Three weeks later, Sam returned home, to our house, that once again held the promise of our future life together. I was lucky and never did end up sick. Sam made a full recovery. The following weekend after he returned home we got married, our family and friends watched online.