Off the Record

(Nick)  

I stared at the ceiling and tried to mimic Mel’s rhythmic breathing beside me. Her steady exhales were a good model. My alarm was two minutes from going off, and I was already wide awake, lungs burning like I just got off the treadmill.

Breakfast, card, car, delivery, email, car, late—god, she’s gonna be so pissed.

I grinned. This was either the greatest idea of my life, or the most colossal f**kup any man had ever pulled.

The alarm went off, and I rolled out of bed. Time to find out.

Find out how it all began... 

We could be that couple who...

Nick cleared his throat and pushed his hair off his forehead. “I hope it’s okay, but I really do want to kiss

you, Mel.”

I looked down and ran my fingers across the shaggy pink carpet. The smell of talcum powder and perfume tickled my

nose, and I knew that the heady scent would forever be associated with this crazy night in my memory.

“Yes,” I whispered with a nod.