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How was it that I was missing him this much already? How was I going to cope when, in two weeks, our little cohabitation period was over?
More to the point, why was I missing him so much? Was it comfort? Or was it my sneaky little feelings rearing their head?
The latter terrified me. I didn’t want to feel anything like this for him. There was no way me liking Theo romantically would ever end up well—it would complicate every facet of my life.
I said that like having sex with him didn’t do that very thing.
I finished my coffee, sighed, and headed upstairs to the bathroom to shower. Thankfully, I’d bought all my toiletries when we’d arrived in Buckley Heath, so my bathroom was still well-stocked with the necessities.
I showered quickly, brushed my teeth, and shuffled back to my bedroom. I was in no rush—Aunt Fizz’s party wasn’t until later, but I had a very important date with my bed.
Namely sitting on it for the next forty-five minutes in nothing but a towel while I air-dried.
I sat down and grabbed my phone from the pillow. Heidi had said to save her some time tomorrow, but I wasn’t sure I could spend this day alone. I fired off a quick text to her asking if she was around, and my phone buzzed just mere seconds later.
But it wasn’t her.
THE BASTARD: Chloe.
Whoops.
I forgot that was his name in my phone. It’d been such a long time since we’d used it to contact one another given the circumstances.
Still, I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Seeing that old nickname for Theo tickled me, almost as much as him texting me did.
Ugh.
What was wrong with me?
ME: Theo.
What did he want? Why was he texting me? He’d barely spoken a word to me since Thursday lunchtime.
THE BASTARD: It’s too quiet here.
THE BASTARD: I miss you.
Oh.
Oh.
Curse this little fluttering of my heart.
THE BASTARD: You make coffee much better than I do.
Never mind.
ME: And here I thought you were saying something nice.
THE BASTARD: It’s true, though. I do miss you.
I sighed, plopping down on my side, still clutching my phone tightly.
He missed me.
Could I be silly and believe that he missed me the same way I did him right now?
ME: …I miss you, too.
