And that’s something I haven’t had in a long time.
Chapter Fifty-five
2 weeks later
Ichoose you.
I close the thread and toss my phone onto the bed, running my hands over my sweat damp face. I’d spent most of the night in my studio, dancing until I couldn’t anymore. I’m drenched in sweat, mentally and physically exhausted but no matter how much I exert myself, I can’t sleep, not well anyway.
And I’d come up to shower and try to sort my shit out to be able to function for the day to find that text on my phone. The same three words I havereceived at the same time every day for the past fourteen days.
Killian hasn’t been late on them. Sent at exactly six thirteen every morning. He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t call or try to see me. He just texts me.
I’ve needed space but there’s no denying how much I miss him.
Every night I dream of him, of the time we had, and I wake up searching the empty side of the bed for him. The coldness where he should be sinks right to the bone and I end up getting up every time, unable to remain in the dark without him.
So, I dance until the sun rises and return to the same text message from him.
If he means it, if hereallymeans it, why isn’t he here?
Swatting at the tears on my face, I storm through to the bathroom and hit the button to turn on the shower, frustrated with myself. Will I ever fucking move on from this?
Getting beneath the spray, I wash away the sleepless night and the sweat from my skin, letting the hot water hide the falling tears and then I pull myself together, bury it all down into my bones and get out like I’m fine.
Because I have to be fine.
I have to be strong.
But I want him. I want him so bad ithurts.
Finally dressed, and somewhat presentable I head downstairs and hit the button to start the coffee machine just as I hear the sound of a key turning in my door. I turn in time to see Willow sauntering in, Olivia right behind her.
Willow places a fresh coffee on the table, “Well morning,” She grins at me, “You look like shit.”
“Gee,” I grumble, “Thanks.”
Olivia cringes, “You look tired, Savvy, that’s all she meant.”
“If I knew giving you a key would invite you over to insult me, I wouldn’t have given it to you.”
“I brought coffee,” Willow offers, “Does that make it better?”
“A little.” I purse my lips, feigning my offence. I’ve no doubt I look like shit and Willow has never been one to mince her words.
“Still not sleeping great?” Olivia slides onto one of the chairs at the table.
I shake my head, “No, but I’m exhausted and about ready to head to the doctor for a prescription that’ll knock me out.”
“Or you could try an alternative,” Willow suggests.
“I’ll try about anything at this point.”
“Well, we have two options,” She cradles her coffee and brings it in close, “We take you to the club, get you blackout drunk and watch you crash but alcoholsleep isn’t the same as real sleep so not sure how much good that will do.”
I huff a sigh, “And the other option?”
“Text Killian back, let him come over here, have your talk before he fucks your brains out and holds you for the rest of the night.”
