Chapter Eight
It only took Olivia about fifteen minutes to pack up all of her things, check the hotel for anything either of them missed, and check out. Luckily, Alex did not check her out. The two of them had exchanged their good-byes at the pool. If they said anything else, they would most likely end up kissing again. Olivia already felt guilty enough. She rushed towards her car and tossed her suitcase into the backseat.
She started the car and quickly turned onto the Atlantic City Expressway. The tollbooths would not annoy her. She just had to get to New York City as quickly as she safely could. She hoped Casey could forgive her. Did Casey have to? No. Did Olivia actually expect her to? Not really. At least, not right away. She knew that she might have a little bit of an issue with it if the situation was reversed. Plus, there was the part where Olivia did not tell Casey that Alex was even alive.
She tried to think of how to frame her apology. She could not make excuses for her actions. There were no excuses. She was in a relationship, one that she valued very much at that. She had no business in kissing Alex. She should have just kept her meeting with Alex at a friend level. She had to make sure that Casey knew all of that.
Casey sat alone in her apartment. After spending over half an hour convincing Elliot that she would be fine, he left. He told her not to feel guilty for calling him if she needed it. She had rolled her eyes at him, but she was grateful that he was there. She needed that support. She exhaled.
She had taken a bath as soon as Elliot left. It did help relax her. Now she was dressed in her light purple bathrobe. Her hair was still dripping wet. She was certain that the back of her couch had a wet spot from where she had been resting her head. She reached for the remote in an attempt to find something to watch on television. There was always something on. For some reason, she had cable. She could find something.
She exhaled and sat back finally after finding some baseball game on. She did not care who the teams were or what the score was. As long as it was not something relating to love, than she could watch it. She stood up and walked over to the kitchen to cook herself a bowl of popcorn. She did not care if it was not healthy. She wanted some. She knew that she would be spending the night alone.
Olivia reached New York City by eleven. She knew how to get to Casey's apartment, and she started to make the drive. She was about four blocks away when she stopped. Casey would not want to see her. Not yet. Not at this hour. She had to accept that. She would have to wait until the next morning to make things right. Sadly, she turned back around and started heading towards her own apartment.
As soon as she was home, she crawled into bed. Alone.