Arkon’s POV
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, waiting for her response. Every second felt like an eternity. I had driven three hours straight to get here, rehearsed what I wanted to say at least a hundred times in my head, and now I was sitting here, watching those three dots appear and disappear on my phone screen.
Finally, her message came through.
"Okay, no problem."
I let out the breath, a long, shaky exhale that seemed to release all the tension that had been building in my chest since last night. My shoulders dropped, and I ran one hand through my hair before gripping the wheel again.
"Arghhhh," I groaned under my breath, finally allowing myself to relax just a little. "Finally. I can talk confidently now."
I typed quickly, my thumbs moving across the screen. "I'm so sorry,
