Chapter 27

An hour passed. I’d gone from excitement to concern to depression. Where was he? I’d called his stupid phone three times already, but there was no sign from him.

I hadn’t eaten anything because I couldn’t stomach it and was still in my shorts and dirty T-shirt because I didn’t want to risk a shower. What if he called or rang the bell while I was in there?

“Oh, goddammit,” I whined, looking down at my brown feet. So, he’d obviously freaked out and changedhis mind. I roused myself off the couch. I’d take a shower.

I stood under the jet for ten minutes, dried off, and slipped on my old cotton shorts along with my favorite sleeveless white T-shirt. I fell onto my bed and flicked my reading light on. He wasn’t ready. He didn’t feel the way I felt. What we had was good anyway. Sex would ruin everything. He’d made the right choice. I was proud of his willpower.

As I opened my book, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The blood rushed into my head. “Where are you?”