I had been lying in bed for nearly an hour, tossing and turning. Sleep wouldn’t come. I was so used to having Dylan beside me that it felt wrong to be alone in the bed. My body felt restless, and I was starting to consider going for a run. But as I thought about it, I noticed Dylan's cell phone on the bedside table.
I grabbed it and dialed Blake's number.
Blake picked up the phone on the second ring.
"Hello?" His voice sounded husky.
He must have been asleep, and I immediately felt guilty for waking him. It was the middle of the night, so I should’ve known he’d be asleep.
"It’s me," I said.
"Are you okay?"
"I am," I replied, not entirely lying this time.
"Good. What's up?" Blake asked, sounding casual. I smiled, already feeling relieved that I had called him.
"Wait, where
