“I heard my phone ring for the first time that day and smiled because the source of the ring could only be from one person. “Hey,” I whispered, losing my grasp on the deep sleep I was in.
“Hey, you were asleep? Well that’s no fucking fair.”
“I told you I was mean. What’s up?”
“Nothing, just called to wake you up, you selfish witch.”
“I’m sorry. I know you’re miserable.”
“Yeah, and I have nine hours to go.”
“Seth, I promise, I won’t ask that of you again.”
“I don’t think we could ever repeat a night like that, Laura.” Right in the heart again. God, I loved him. “So it was worth it?”
“I wish I was inside you now.” I felt an instant twitch and longing. This was too good to be true.
“Come on then, when is your break?”
“Now. God, I only have two hours.”
“Well get some sleep I—” The phone went dead in my ear. What the hell? I decided he was busy and left the phone off the hook. He wasn’t waking me up again. I was a selfish witch. I forced myself back to bed, the excitement of our conversation still resonating in me. I closed my eyes and saw him above me, the night sky behind him. I was about to doze off in my next bout of slumber when I hear pounding at my door. I open it to find a completely exhausted, disheveled Seth with a burning in his eyes.
“You might be very, very bad for me.”
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Kate Stewart,
Room 212