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He pushed me back a little to look at me with his confused stare. "Huh?"
"When you showed me that picture, I should have asked then and there how you felt about it. But it scared me. It feels like this is my fault and I don't want your career being ruined because you fucked around with the wrong girl."
"I fucked around with the right girl."
Pushing me back onto the bed, he climbed behind me and pulled my body into his. He was so much bigger than I was, and being in his arms made me feel safe.
"Sleep baby. We can talk later."
"I haven't been sleeping well."
"Me either. Let's fix that first."
His breath was starting to slow down to small puffs behind my ear. His arms relaxed, and eventually, I could tell he had fallen asleep. Closing my eyes, it wasn't long before I was also drifting off.
* * *
When I woke up, I was alone. It was dark outside, which meant hours must have passed, but I wasn't sure how late it was. A soft tone coming from the living room sounded like Tripp was on the phone.
Giving him a few more minutes of privacy, I looked around where I dropped my bag, and grabbed my phone as well. It was only seven in the evening, and thankfully, my only missed calls were from my brother, so I called him back to see what he needed.
"Hey," he sighed, sounding upset.
"Everything okay?"
"Not really. Where are you?"
"With…someone."
"Do I even want to know?"
"Do you?"
"No."
Laughing, I gave him a minute to get over whatever he thought I was doing and explain why he had called me so many times. But he never brought it up, just sat quietly on the phone.
"Bro, what's up?"
"Have you heard from Hunter?"
"No, why? Have you?"
"God no," he laughed, sounding more worried than humored. "But I did stop by your place and found a note on your door."
"What?" That time, my voice raised, and Tripp came running into the room with his phone to his ear.
"Call you back, Mom." He hung up his phone and tossed it onto the bed as he climbed up to sit with me.
Holding a finger up, I asked him to give me a second to finish the conversation, but I didn't want him to leave.
"What did it say?"
"It said, 'Where are you?' It looks like Hunter's chicken scratch."
"He didn't call me or anything."
"Well, I set it on the counter and stole a beer from your fridge. I wanted to hang out until you got home so I knew you were okay, but I have early classes tomorrow."
