Page 65 of Stanton Adore

I need another night, baby. I can’t do this.

Shit, have I gone too far? That’s definitely needy. I screw my face up. Oh shit, who cares, I am frigging needy. My phone beeps again:

I can’t change my DNA, Natasha.

My heart sinks. It is the cousin thing. That’s something I can’t change either, no matter how hard I try. My eyes fill with tears. I text back:

You are thinking too much.

I wait for his reply, but he doesn’t answer. Fifteen minutes go by and still no answer. I start to pace while ringing my hands. Forty-five minutes later, still nothing. With a heavy heart I text him one last time:

I put a key to my apartment on your key ring.

Please use it.

xxxxx

An hour and a half and a second desperately hot shower later, I fall into bed. That’s it, I tried. He can’t let the cousin thing go and I can’t change the circumstances. I give up. It’s an exhausting situation, one that I can’t change. I am just drifting into sleep when I hear the key go into my door.

Shit, he came.