So Wrong

Sighing, I stood and put my shirt back on. I threw on some sweatpants and then quirked an eyebrow at Patrick who still lounged on my bed, thoroughly naked. “Are you going to sleep the day away, then?”

He didn’t smile. His stare was intense and hypnotic. “It’s going to be okay, Nina. They’ll all forgive us. Just give it time.”

My phone vibrated—I had a text. I had a good idea who it was from, and a glance at the screen didn’t prove me wrong.

Chloe wrote, “Lunch at noon at the cafe around the corner.”

I showed it to Patrick and he looked at it with confusion. “Well, I guess that’s good. At least she wants to talk, right?”

I nodded silently, but I had a bad feeling about it. It was getting late so I started to get ready, not speaking another word to Patrick. He got up at some point and was waiting for me by the door when I walked over to go. He handed me my purse and pushed my hair back from my face. “I have to run over to my apartment for a little bit so I won’t be here when you get bac