Days passed. I went to work, came home, slept twelve hours a day because I had no ambition to be awake. Bastien didn’t come by the bar or text me, so when I asked to be alone, he respected that request.
A part of me was afraid he thought I was giving him the brush-off, that he would find someone else whose company he preferred more than mine, and when I texted him again, he wouldn’t text me back.
I still wasn’t in the mood for companionship, but I didn’t want to lose the one good thing I had in my life. I’m sorry I was harsh before. It was three in the afternoon. I didn’t know what he would be doing at that time, if he was still asleep or if he was out and about. The first time we’d slept together, he’d left early in the morning because he had a meeting. I wasn’t sure what his schedule w
