Taking out my phone, I say, “I’m going to send one text and that’s it. I just need her to know that I still care. If she hates me even more for doing this, then so be it. But I have to try.”
Sighing, Shane mumbles under his breath, “I guess it can’t get any worse.”
He’s actually right, so I type out my text and hit Send.
It reads:
I love you. I miss you. I’m here when you’re ready.
As I’m on my way over to hang out with Claire at her house—Easton has a meeting with his agent and won’t be home till later—dark clouds start rolling in, blotting out the sun.
There’s definitely a storm coming, but if the weather people are right, it won’t arrive in full force for a few more hours.
I’ll be home by then, sitting alone at my place, thinking about Lennox.
I hate that I miss him this much.
It’s been a couple of weeks since we broke up, but it feels like it’s been months. I never imagined I could miss someone so much.
But I do.
I miss his kisses.
I miss his hugs.
I miss loving him, and him loving me.
Okay, I’ll say it—I miss his cock.
But there’s more than just that…
I miss going out on dates with him to restaurants and shows and even hitting up that old retro drive-in.
I also miss just hanging out with him at home, watching TV or talking for hours.
I miss sharing our meals and sharing our lives.
I miss going through my ups and downs with him, as I swear I can tell that man anything.
I miss how he makes everything better when I’m having a bad day.
Damn it!
I just fucking miss him!
“Ugh,” I breathe out as I pull up to Claire’s house and park in front.
Before I can grab my purse and phone and hop out, my cell dings.
Picking the phone up from the passenger seat, I see it’s a text from Lennox.
Holy crap!
My heart starts beating faster.
To be honest, I’m not even mad that he’s contacting me.
But I should be, right?
