Cruz:
Two days. Forty-eight hours.
That’s how long I kept myself away from her. Away from that f*****g scent of hers, from those eyes that made me want to crawl out of my skin and be someone better—someone I didn’t recognize.
Two days of white-knuckling the handlebars, doing runs, pushing metal faster than I should. Two days of silence. I’d turned my phone off at one point—just to test myself. Like some pathetic f*****g addict pretending he wasn’t craving his next hit. Like I didn’t know her number by heart, like I hadn’t typed it in more than once just to stare at it and delete it again.
And still, I felt her.
I’d wake up, sheets tangled like a war had happened in the night, my body aching with the memory of her. My hand would twitch toward the other side of the bed, expecting soft s
