*Nina*
So I am sitting on my couch with my laptop and a glass of wine, watching my p**n doppelgänger's old work. To be honest, I find it more funny than erotic, but curiosity got the best of me.
My phone starts buzzing, and it is Elijah, for like the millionth time. I sigh, put down the glass and pause the video before picking up. “Hi!”
“Oh, you picked up. You finally want to talk to me?” He sounds almost confused that I actually answered.
“There really isn’t anything new to say.” I lean back and pull my feet up. “I guess I just picked up because I am tired of feeling the same way about it.”
His voice is sad. “I wish I could just hit the rewind button, go back to the way we were before.”
I sigh; honestly, hearing his voice makes me miss him like crazy. “I wish you were here.”
“I can
