#Chapter248
Sitting drying my hair after an hour-long soak in the tub I check my cell again. it’s past seven pm and he promised he would be here long before bed. I still haven’t heard anything and now I really am starting to get antsy. Sure, he has come in through the night a million times, but he always calls, or texts and I’m starting to get real fear that something has happened to him. I find myself immediately googling news channels for any word of lost or crashed planes, even though I know I’m being dumb.
Fuck sakes.
Almost as if by will power alone, my cell begins vibrating in my hand as his name and face appears on screen, and I almost cry with relief. Agony abated with a genuine ‘oh my god’ moment of warmth as it washes over me instead.
/"Arry? Where are you?/" I gush as soon as I answer, so relieved he’s finally called me, a hot liquid running through my body, making me lightheaded with euphoric relief.
