Krissi tried to sleep but woke several times. She missed the warmth and the safe, protected feeling of Ruger’s arms around her. At 6:30, she gave up trying and got out of bed. She finished the homework that needed to be turned in the next day, but it took her three times what it should have because she kept finding herself staring off into space, thinking about Ruger. Picking up her phone, she checked for the hundredth time for a message from him. Nothing. She didn’t know why she kept checking. She didn’t expect him to call. Not really. Setting the phone aside, she picked up her math book and told herself she wasn’t going to pick up the phone again as she opened the book and found her place.
Her phone chimed an incoming message, and she had it in her hand before the tone finished playing.
