I laid down on the sofa, staring at the beautiful skyline of the city while sipping… not on a glass of some ordinary whiskey christened with ice, but on a freshly made drink of Fay's creation.
Sipping down on the delicacy, I impassively stared out of the window, as if the darkness of the night could somehow fuel and direct my thoughts.
The jammer was off. Our cuddly time in the bedroom now came to an end, even though we didn't talk through most of the topics that I had planned to discuss.
Right now, we were in a time-out, giving ourselves some time to process and internalize all that we talked about and potentially figured out.
And as I relaxed and allowed my thoughts to freely wander, the phone in my pocket finally started to ring.
Pulling it out, I took a quick glance at the screen and heaved a sigh.
'Took him a while,' I thought with an ugly grimace on my lips before shaking my head and accepting my call.
"Peter?"
