Edward did call the next day.
Over the next two weeks, we fell into a routine.
It was never discussed. It just happened.
I found myself expecting to see him in my apartment when I came home from work.
I hadn't yet given him a key, but he learned pretty quickly that I was careless with locking my door.
We didn't talk much when we were together, but it was nice to have someone else around.
Besides Snickers, of course.
I'm walking home from the bus stop one night after work. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, expecting it to be Edward wondering where I am.
Usually I'm always back by six-thirty, but today I stopped by the market to pick up some things for dinner.
It's not Edward, though. It's Paul.
Hey, what r u doing? -Paul
I read the message and delete it just as fast.
I don't get why he's starting to contact me again.
After the first few times of texting and calling me back a month or so ago, he disappeared.
Now, in the past few days he's starting up again.
I'm trying to be strong.
But with Paul, things just...were. There were no expectations or promises to be kept or broken.
It was sex and it was good. It was simple.
Complete opposite of how things are with Edward.
But there's something different with Edward.
Something exciting and new and hopefully better.
Even if we only ever were friends.