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He was gone when I woke up.
The alarm on my phone sounded at half past eight, and there was no trace of Jay.
All I had was a blanket draped over me and the dam spring in the couch poking my side.
I was an idiot last night. I should have told Jay I didn’t care about his past or the fact he didn’t remember me. But me being me meant I had to be straightforward and tell him just exactly I was thinking and feeling.
And now, he was gone.
“Bang up job, Delaney,” I muttered out loud.
My stomach growled, and I sighed.
Of course, I was hungry even though I had quite possibly ruined any kind of relationship I was forming with Jay.
It was the perfect time to eat.
I dragged my butt off of the couch and shuffled into the kitchen.
Sitting in front of the coffeepot I hadn’t used in months was the box of decaf coffee pods Jay and I had picked up yesterday while we were bumming around. There was also a note lying next to them.