I woke up with a groan. Every single muscle in my body was sore, s*x with Lyle was definitely a workout. Stretching out my hand I frowned at the sheet under my fingertips. My eyes shot open. Lyle was gone, he must have left a while ago – his side of the bed was frozen.
Disorientated, I sat up rubbing my eyes. Looking around Lyle was nowhere to be seen. Just as I went to pull the covers aside my heart stopped.
"Martin." I whispered in a panic.
Clambering out of the bed I searched for my phone in a frantic haze. I found it in the living room under the sofa cushions. My hands were shaking when I phoned Martin, the nerves came like a tornado in my stomach. The line rang and rang, the insistent noise making my heart gallop.
Voicemail. I had never hated it so much. I left an awkward, crypt
