“Say hi to Anna for me,” I offer instead as she starts thecar.
“Will do.” She smiles at me and then she’soff.
I can’t believe my own mother just hijacked my car. What the fudge is goingon?
And how the heck did she get condoms?
Cringing at the thought, I rub my hands over myface.
I don’t want toknow.
Resolved to forget the last ten minutes of my life, I head to the house and up to my room. A long bath is what I need rightnow.
* * *
Kristian
Six p.m.and I’m pacing up and down the loft, about to lose my fuckingmind.
Not one text. Not all day, despite the fact Laura said she would textme.
Frustrated, I run a hand through my damp hair rush to my bed and check my phone for the millionth time. The screen is still blank, mockingme.
“Fuck.”
I know Laura’s been home for hours, and yet, I’ve heard nothing. I’m not worried about her, and I’m not on some weird, possessive, power trip, but it kind of hurts that she hasn’t done as she promised.
I stop in the middle of the flat, pulling on mylip.
“Fuck it,” I mutter and pull on my boots. I’ve had enough of waiting. Just as I grab my phone, it vibrates in my hand. My heart skips a beat as I see her name lighting up the screen.
Laura: Have you eatenyet?
Blood buzzing, I type as fast as Ican.
Me: Nope, notyet.
The silence drags as I wait for her nextmove.
Laura: Care to join me for dinner?
“Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart,” I murmur as I text herback.
Me: Yes.
Laura: Come on over, then.
Me: On myway.
I grab my jacket and keys, then rush down the stairs and move through the stable. I should probably feel disgusted with myself for rushing to her, but I don’t give a flying fuck. If she’s cooked for me, that means she’s prepared to spend more than a short time withme.
I’ll take each second she wants to give me, no questions asked.