"Uhh..." Jenna moaned as she rolled over. She reached for her glasses before even opening her eyes, banging her hand around on the nightstand until she found them. She put them on and ran for the bathroom.
    Fifteen minutes later she emerged, feeling grateful it was Saturday and there wasn't anything she had to do. Skipping the gym this week would be okay, and Angie was away for the weekend with her dad and her brothers. Jenna could rest for a few hours, then start in on some badly needed housework.
    "Never again," she vowed when her head had cleared enough for her to move without pain. She took a long, hot shower and put on fresh clothes before digging the small vacuum out from the back of the closet.
    That day, she caught up on a month of housework, vacuuming, dusting, mopping the small kitchen, cleaning the bathroom, and scrubbing the fridge. It was then that she discovered the note, stuck to the front of the fridge with a round magnet. She took it down and sat on the couch to read:

Jenna, I hope when you find this you're feeling okay. You were pretty out of it when I brought you home. I don't even know if you realized you asked me to stay the night. If it had been under different circumstances, I would've stayed, in a heartbeat. But now, even if nothing happens, if I stay, something will be different between us. You don't know how hard it will be for me to walk out that door instead of going back and spending the night holding you. But I will. I think we might have something special here; I don't want to take the chance of ruining it.

    He had signed it, "Love, Thom."
    Jenna re-read the note, her eyes lingering on the "Love, Thom." "Love," she mused aloud. The phone rang and absently she answered it.
    "Jenna!" Kristy exclaimed. "Sorry for leaving you at the club last night."
    "Huh? What do you mean? Weren't you still there when I left?"
    "Oh, maybe I was, I can't remember. Anyway, I had the time of my life last night."
    "What happened? Or do I not want to know?"
    "Oh, well, Frank and Johnny..."
    "Isn't Frank the one you got into a fight with?" Jenna interrupted.
    "Well, yes, but we patched it up over a few beers. Johnny talked to him, and we ended up leaving together." Jenna could hear Kristy stretching over the phone and could imagine the look she was wearing.
    "You and Johnny left together?"
    "No, Frank, Johnny and I left together. I'll tell you this, though. For a fairy, Frank's pretty good in bed."
    "You didn't," Jenna groaned. "Please tell me you did not do what I think you did."
    "If you're thinking I had a threesome with Bisexual Johnny and his lover, you're right." Kristy's voice had a note of glee in it.
    "At least tell me you used something."
    "Of course I used something. I may have been bombed, but I wasn't totally gone."
    "Only you, Kristy. Only you would get into fight with a guy's boyfriend then end up in bed with both of them." Jenna sighed. "Only you."
    "So who was that you were on the dance floor with? You two looked awfully friendly, if you catch my drift. Was that Mystery Man?"
    Jenna sighed. "Yes, it was."
    "So who is he, already? I can appreciate you wanting to keep your private life private, but when you and some guy are almost going at it on the dance floor, you're obliged to spill, at least to your best friend."
    "His name is Thom."
    "Does he have a last name? What's he do? He looked a little familiar from where I was."
    "Yes, he has a last name; he's an athlete; and his competitions have been televised."
    "An athlete? Looks too small for football, hockey and basketball. Baseball player?"
    "Nope."
    "Tennis? Lacrosse? Beach volleyball? Extreme sports? No, he looked too clean-cut for that. What's he do? You're killing me here."
    "Kristy, cut it. He happens to be a very private person and I respect that."
    "Ohmigod, you're dating the Phantom of the Opera, aren't you?"
    "Kristy, be serious."
    "Why else would you be so reluctant to tell me?"
    Jenna exhaled in frustration. "Because I want to keep it to myself! As soon as I tell you, you'll mention it to someone else, who'll mention it to someone else, and soon it'll be all over the place."
    "Fine then. Keep it to yourself. You'll have to tell me sooner or later."
    "You're probably right. And it'll probably be later. Listen, Kristy, you caught me in the middle of cleaning. I'll call you back, okay?"
    "All right. And I promise to let the matter drop this time."
    "Fine. Bye." Jenna hung up the phone and looked at the note again. "Love," she repeated.