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When I left Chris' loft, it was as if I were floating on a cloud of lust and admiration. I arrived at my apartment long after sunset, took a shower and silently slipped into bed beside Austin. He's a heavy sleeper, and his rhythmic breathing sounded throughout the room..
But this morning is a different story.
When I contact Chris before I even get up out of bed, he replies immediately, drawing a silent smile from my face.
"1 p.m., your place?" I message to confirm the sketch of a plan we'd come up with the night before. I haven't told Austin yet, and the thought of doing it moments from now makes my stomach drop.
"My place?" He messages back.
"Like we planned."
"When did we plan that?"
"Last night."
There's a pause, during which I hold my breath. He must be joking. It's a cruel one, but I hope more than believe that maybe it's his way of teasing.
Suddenly, I realize how little I know about him. How I'm not even familiar with his sense of humor. Before the thought that this might be a mistake can bubble up, I tamp it down.
"Change of plans," he finally messages back.
"What?"
"We can't meet up. Not today. I am so sorry. We will have to do it another time."
"Another time?"
"When would be suitable for you?"
I can't believe this is happening. "Is this a joke?"
"No."
"Chris, come on."
"What is it?"
Why is he being so cold?
"I am minutes from blowing up my life. And now, what? You're really just going to pull the plug on this? On us? I thought this is what you wanted... you were the one who pursued me, who persuaded me that leaving Austin was best for me. And now, you're just what? Taking that all back?"
"I'm so sorry. I must have given you the wrong impression."
"It was the wrong impression when we kissed? When we slept together?"
Another pause during which I listen to Austin as he sleeps beside me. One tear, and then two, slip from the corner of my eyes.
"I will cherish the time we spent together forever. But things have changed. I have other priorities now. I hope you understand."
"I do not understand. Things changed overnight? Chris, it's been barely eight hours since I left you. How can things have changed so fast?"
"I meant every word I said to you at the time. I hope you will remember that."
