Vic
The phone continued to ring, making the lump in Vic’s throat grow even more. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He was under no illusions that he’d been a terrible brother to Kem, and that his brother had every right to hate him.
“Hello?” a sleepy voice sounded down the phone.
“Kem?” Vic’s voice cracked slightly as he said his brother’s name. He hated how stirred up his emotions were by doing something as simple as making a phone call. They talked on the phone every so often, and it always seemed to stir up the same emotions.
“Vic, is that you?” A rustling sound accompanied Kem’s question, almost like he was sitting up in bed; much like Vic himself was. Nita pressed a trail of kisses across his shoulder blades, soothing his raging emotions and giving him more confidence t
