(JOY)
I DIDN’T notice I fell asleep until I heard the sound of my cellphone ringing. Eyes half-open, my hand fumbled to grab the gadget. It was under the sketchpad. Still disoriented, I answered the call without checking the name on the screen. It was probably just my father because I have a feeling I am late for work.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” I said hoarsely.
Few seconds of silence before the person on the other line spoke, “Are you sleeping?”
I blinked and suddenly my whole being jolted awake. I sat up so fast I got a little dizzy. “Hosea?” I whispered.
“Are you feeling well? Are you sick? You don’t usually sleep at this time.”
His masculine voice and the worry on his tone made heat crawl all over my body. The heat
