He stands abruptly and walks over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of navy swim trunks.

I sit up on my elbows. “You’re going surfing?”

“Yep. Did you want to have sex again first?” His good mood is gone as soon as it appeared. Annoyance rears its ugly head again.

“Nope.” I climb out of bed and pick my scrubs up off the floor, so I can pull them on. “I’ve actually never wanted to have sex with you less than I do right now.”

He hesitates. “I won’t have time to surf before I leave tomorrow. This is my last chance for…months.”

“That’s not why you’re leaving.”

“Then, why am I leaving, Evie?”

Anger boils over. “You’re running out of here because me asking if you were screwing anyone else freaked you out. Well, guess what. I care! I’d like to know if you’re fucking other girls before I get into your bed. Don’t act like that’s ridiculous; don’t forget how our first time ended. Another resident asked me to get coffee with him at the end of our shift. It wouldn’t bother you if I screwed him in a Starbucks restroom and then came here?”

I don’t miss the flare of anger in his eyes. The way his breathing turns deliberately deep for a few seconds.

He doesn’t know what to say. I watch him fight back a few retorts. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”

“Well, you’re doing a shitty job of it. I’m a fly by for you. A temporary distraction, right?” I gather up the rest of my stuff. “If you want a final fuck, you know where to find me. Or call one of the other girls you might or might not be sleeping with.” I stride toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

He’s angry now too. Good. That will make this easier.

I stare him straight in the eye. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go to Starbucks.”

Then, I open the door and slam it behind me.

I also slam the front door for good measure.

It sounds like déjà vu.

The buzzing of my phone wakes me up. I knock over everything on my bedside table in my quest to answer it without opening my eyes. “Hello?”

“Evie?”

I yawn. “Hi, Mom.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No, I was just sleeping.”

“I didn’t think you were working last night.”

“I wasn’t supposed to. I traded shifts.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, sweetie. I wouldn’t have called otherwise.”

“It’s fine.” I yawn again. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to see if you were free for dinner. I already talked to Noah. We have gifts and photos to show you from our trip.”

“Yeah. Sure. What time?”

“Six?”

“Okay. See you then.”

“Bye, Evie.”

I hang up, set an alarm for five thirty, and promptly fall back asleep.