Chapter 3

Adam awoke the next morning in pain. Melissa had been insatiable… She had insisted on making love to him six times in all, from the time he set foot in her apartment the previous morning around 10 am until late, late in the night. He finally managed to sneak out around 3 am, insisting that he needed to get a cup of coffee. He felt like a schmuck for not going back, but he just couldn’t take anymore. Needless to say, he wasn’t going to be calling Melissa any time soon.

He rolled over and snuggled back in to his pillow, only slightly disappointed that there was no one lying next to him. If it was between that and having sex one more time, he was content to be alone.

He grabbed his phone off his nightstand to check the time only to find it dead. He plugged it in and checked the call log to make sure he hadn’t missed anything important.

The name at the top of the list was Sophie.

His heart started pounding his chest; his mind was racing. How did she get his number? He looked closer and noticed that it had been an outgoing call. That was even stranger…when had he called her? There were times he had thought about it, the days where he missed her so badly it hurt, but he was pretty sure she would never speak to him again, not after how he left things in Georgetown. His head was swimming.

He played back the last day’s events, but nothing stood out. He hadn’t had time to even look at his phone, Melissa had made sure of that….

Then it hit him.

Melissa.

The phone call.

But that was crazy…Why would she have called Sophie? She didn’t even know about her, at least not until after his Freudian slip, and the call had happened before that. This was too bizarre. He must have butt-dialed her, there was no other explanation.

He stared at her number. The temptation to call her was nearly overwhelming. It had been over a year, and not a day went by that he didn’t regret what he had done. He kept telling himself it had been necessary, that it was never going to work, but the more he tried to convince himself that it had been the right thing to do, the more he hated himself for having done it.

He sighed. This was crazy. And yet…

He could still hear the sound of her voice in the back of his head, just a whisper, could still see her face…the way she had looked at him when he promised he would see her that night…

He shook his head. She hated him, he was sure.

But as he continued to stare at her number, a crazy thought hit him. She wouldn’t have his number saved. She would have no idea who it was…He could call, talk until she hung up on him, just to hear her voice again…

No. That was insane. Why torture himself?