Gianna
A few days later, I was bored out of my mind.
Flat on my bed, staring at the ceiling, arms spread wide like I’d been pinned there by invisible hands. I hadn’t seen Ivan much at all this week. Hardly at all, actually. And that was… good. It was exactly what I wanted.
At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
Still, my eyes drifted to the door occasionally, like they expected him to walk in unannounced.
Like my body hadn’t gotten the memo, my mind was so insistent on repeating.
I shifted, rolling onto my side, then onto my back again. Restless. My fingers tapped against the mattress without me realizing it.
Good.
This distance was good.
Then my phone buzzed.
I frowned and picked it up, confusion settling in when I saw an unknown number. I sat upright immediately, my heart
