I think about sending it and then just put the phone down. I turn on the television and watch the news, and then right before I’m about to drift off to sleep, I think about sending it again. Instead, I delete it.

The next morning, my alarm rings at seven, and I get out of bed, walking to the kitchen in my boxers. I turn on the television and start the coffee while I go to the bathroom. Sitting on the couch with my coffee in my hand, I watch SportsCenter and see that hockey is slowly coming back into the news. Since preseason starts soon, I watch it for an hour and then grab my phone and call her, not even thinking that it’s early.

“You better be dead or bleeding,” she mumbles, and I laugh.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I tell her, and then she groans.

“It’s eight a.m.,” she moans.

“It’s time to get up,” I say. She moans again, waking my cock. “Meet me for breakfast.”

“What?” she finally says, and I wonder what she wears to bed.

“Come and have breakfast with me,” I say again. “My house.”

“Is that a code for come and suck my cock?” she asks, and I shake my head and laugh.

“It’s code for come and eat.” My voice gets soft. “If my cock is on the menu, that will be your decision.”

“Now, we are talking,” she says, and I hear her stretching. “I’m really hungry.”

“Good. I’ll have things ready when you get here,” I tell her. “I’ll text you my address, and you text me when you will be here.”

“D’accord,” she says and hangs up, and I look at the phone.

What the hell does D’accord mean? I press the button on the phone. “Siri, what does d’accord mean?”

She answers me right away. “Décor means the furnishing and decoration of a room.”

“No, not décor,” I say and then open my Google translate page and put in “daccord,” and it tells me it means okay.

I get my shorts on and a shirt and run down to the bakery where I get an assortment of French pastries, some fruit, and grab a can of whipped cream. Hey, you never know, right? I’m walking in the door when my phone beeps in my pocket, and I see it’s from Vivienne.

Vivienne: I will be there in an hour. Breakfast better be ready.

Me: Are we still talking about my cock?

Vivienne: Trust me, when we talk about your cock, you’ll know.

Me: D’accord.