She fuels me.
Excites me.
Makes me nervous as hell, in all the best ways. Even when I’m with her all day, I miss her like fucking crazy.
The next three days without her are going to fucking suck.
I haven’t heard from her since our phone call a few hours ago, and I was hoping to take her to dinner for our last night here. But that would require messaging her or calling her to let her know and interrupting whatever it is she’s doing right now.
It doesn’t stop my mind from spiraling and expecting the worst, though.
Where is she?
Is she still with Alison?
Is she with Austin?
Fuck.
The last time she was with Austin, he was screaming at her, begging that she take him back.Demandingthat she take him back.
She wouldn’t go back to him, would she?
I know they haven’t been broken up for that long, but I thought for sure she was done with him.
Is he her weakness?
Is he her addiction like she is mine?
Shaking my head at the thought, I know I’m overreacting.
I have to trust her.
I have to trust that she wouldn’t lie to me.
I have to trust that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
At least, not on purpose.
So, I wait. And wait. And wait.
Minutes turn to hours when I finally hear the hotel door click at two in the morning.
"Herring?" I whisper, even though I know none of us are asleep.
"Sorry if I woke you." Her tone matching mine, while she uses her phone screen as a light to navigate around the hotel room, careful not to use her flashlight.
"I couldn’t sleep," I confess as I move to sit on the edge of the bed in nothing but my boxer briefs, reaching my arms out to pull her body toward mine.
To make sure she knows she’s safe with me.
To make sure she knows that whatever happened, everything will be okay.
"I missed you," I say, pressing my cheek to rest on her chest.
"Me too."
Letting out a shaky breath, she bends her head down so her lips can meet mine, filling my whole body with warmth I hadn’t realized I was lacking. A warmth I was hoping to make her feel, but she gave to me instead.
