I know it sounds crazy but we ended up falling asleep on the floor by the front door that evening. We woke in the middle of the night when Kelly’s phone went off—it was Brock. “It’s 2am, why is he calling at 2am?” she grumbled to herself as she peeled her naked body off of mine and grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter. “How do you know it’s him?” I asked. “The tone, the ringtone,” she stammered.
“Hello?” she yawned. I could hear Brock’s voice through the phone in the silent apartment. “Babe, I hate to wake you. My buddy just called me and told me we got on a flight this morning, last minute. By the end of the day I’ll be back in California.” I heard him. She was silent. “Babe you there?” he asked again, raising his voice. “Yeah, okay text me the flight information. Are you coming straight here or, you know, you’ve been on a plane.. shouldn’t you like, you know, self-quarantine with the boys for two weeks just in case?” she asked. She wasn’t wrong; Brock really should be isolating himself after being in New York and then traveling via airplane. I mean it was the right thing to do for Kelly and I… but it also gave us more time together. “Yeah, yeah, most definitely,” he said, “we have a room at a hotel down the street and I was going to see if you’d drop off some of my stuff there. I’ll send you the room number when I get it.” She agreed but then reminded him that it was the middle of the night and said goodbye. “Let’s get in my bed,” I said to her. Read more »