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Sleeping on the couch is a bitch.
My back ached even after my morning run, even after a round of sit-ups and stretches—and a long, hot, lonely shower.
As I padded past the bedroom, a towel around my waist, I tried the knob once more.
I pressed my ear to the door and frowned.
Hannah had been bunkered in our bedroom all night and most of this morning. It was nearly noon. The AC ticked on and I sighed, roaming back to the kitchen.
“I am definitely in the doghouse,” I muttered to Laurence.
A notepad on the counter contained my list for the day.
- Talk about things w/Hannah (money, therapy, Chrissy)
- Date (picnic or dinner)
I peeled off the note and wrote another.
Hannah baby, please come out. You can’t stay in there forever. I’m sorry. I love you. I need clothes. XO
I knocked gently on the bedroom door before slipping the note beneath it. Then I retreated to the TV room.
Several minutes later, I heard the door squeak open and clap shut.
I returned to find it locked, a pair of my socks folded on the floor beside a note.
Here you go.
Grinning, I turned over her note and wrote another.
Where am I supposed to wear these? Or am I supposed to use them for something else? Take pity on a half-naked man. It’s getting chilly out here.
I flicked my reply under the door, then sat on the floor and waited. Soon I heard Hannah rustling in the bedroom. The door opened a crack and a T-shirt flew out.
She slammed it shut quickly.
Click went the lock.
“Goddamn it, Hannah.”
I pulled on the T-shirt and shot another note under the door.
Is this your way of saying you want to see my dick? So coy . . .
A moment later, the door opened and a pair of sweatpants hit me in the face.
“Hannah!” I lunged against the door. “Baby bird?”
God, women are fucking mysterious.