Chapter Thirty-Two
Rachel
The next day, I was anxious to get a text from Remy and kept obsessively checking my phone while I was at the office. The last few times he’d been gone for work, he texted when he got back.
When I heard nothing, those old doubts, strong and opinionated, started to kick up a fuss in my brain, reminding me why someone as awesome as Remy might not want things to get too serious with me. Maybe it was just s*x, maybe he was just being nice when he happened to call when I was sick.
Under the surface of that was the quieter voice, the voice that was often drowned out by my shrill, doubting critic. That voice tried to remind me of how things felt when we were together—the intensity, the intimacy, that ethereal connection. It transcended any physical qualities.
After
