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“I wanna know what he’s saying.” She pouts out her bottom lip.
“You’re ridiculous.” I playfully push her away. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Is that your way of telling me to get lost?” She arches a brow at me.
“I would never tell you that.”
“Sure you wouldn’t.” She laughs, grabbing her coffee off the table. “I have a phone call to make anyway.” She heads toward the door. “But I expect a full report when I get back.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I stick my tongue out at her seconds before she disappears into the hall.
Holding my phone back up, I reread Abel’s last message before finally responding.
Me: Anything I can do?
Abel: Hearing your voice would help.
I think about it for a long moment before deciding against it. It would be too tempting to talk to him, knowing that he’s here, in this very building. I’d probably lose my damn mind and tell him I’m here too.
Me: Sorry, I can’t right now. Anything else I can do?
Abel: You can’t or you don’t want to?
Me: Trust me, I want to.
Abel: Everything is so crazy right now. I wish we could go back to that night. I wish I could disappear in that space with you and lose myself all over again.
Me: I wish that, too.
Abel: I’ve gotta get back. Talk soon?
Me: I’ll be here.
Abel: As will I.
I smile, locking my phone before dropping it into my lap.
Never in a million years did I think I could feel so strongly about a man I barely knew. But ten hours with him felt like ten lifetimes. Every moment more incredible than the one that came before it.
But then there’s that little voice in the back of my head that wonders if I didn’t make it all up. If it wasn’t my way of coping with what I knew was to come. That maybe I was so desperate to hang onto this life that I grabbed the first person I could and entangled myself so deep into them that I would have something to hold onto when the time came.
It’s easy to justify it that way. Easy to brush it off. But deep down I know what I felt for Abel–what Ifeelfor Abel–is more than just real. It’s engrained into every fiber of my being. I can’t explain it or make sense of it. He’s there–like he’s a part of me. Like he’s been there all along.
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I’ve just dozed offwhen my cell phone springs to life next to me, jolting me from my sleep. I sit up, frantically searching for it on my night stand before I’m able to locate it.
Pulling the charging cord from the bottom, I slide my finger across the screen without registering who’s calling.
“Hello,” I grumble into the phone.
“Finley.” The instant his smooth voice hits my ears I’m wide awake.
“Abel?” My heart drums loudly in my ears.
“Did I wake you?”
“Yes. I mean no. I’m awake,” I stutter out.
