45 2.16. A Night Alone

It's been a whole week since I've been in London and let me tell you, if I did miss anything here before, I don't anymore.

All I miss right now is Justine.

The last time we met was that night when things got all heated and heavy.

God, I can still feel her taste on my tongue.

It makes me want to leave everything here and just go back to her. But I can't. I can tell Justine is in her own dilemma considering, she didn't call or text me before I left for London nor did I because I didn't want to impose myself on her. I wanted to see if she really wanted me there like I did her.

The first two or three days went by without a word from her when one day, I finally received a voice message from her.

I don't know how many times I heard it and found her stuttering, fumbling cute but I did listen it to a point that I've memorized exactly how she said and what she said.