I let out a deep breath. “I miss you.” Fuck me. Why do I say shit like that to her? Because it’s the truth. She says, “It’s only been four days.” “Feels longer than that.” “Yeah, it does,” she says softly. “So what was your climbing time?” I almost smile. She remembered that I said I beat my last record. “Two minutes, fifty-three seconds, eighty feet of ascension.” “I’m proud of you,” she says. “Did you scream, ‘I am a Golden God’ when you reached the top?” “Only you do that, sweetheart.”
THEY'RE SO CUTE.
