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HALEY
Garrett and I lay together on the couch watching a movie with him being the big spoon. Both of us were worn the f**k out from countless orgasms and the Chinese food we’d devoured.
He slipped his hand up my sleep shirt, his fingers splayed on my belly. His thumb ran in circles, keeping my tumbling emotions from spiraling into darkness. A Blow Pop clacked against his teeth, the scent of cherries on his every exhale above my head.
“Maybe you ought to try calling,” he murmured.
Wyatt hadn’t texted back, and as the hours had slipped past, anxiety built up inside me. He never went that long without getting in touch with me whenever I used to reach out first. Had something happened to him? Had he changed his mind about me? Us?
Even though my heart was full from finally having my ko
