“I’m flying out to California in the morning,” I blurt out.
“To see him?”
“Yes.”
“He stayed behind?”
I scrunch my face up tight. Damn it. Why did I say that? “Yes.”
“When you see him, I want you to do something for me.” “What’s that?”
“Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again.”
I frown. “Why would I ask him that?” I whisper.
“Because there’s another man who does.” The phone clicks as he hangs up.
I frown as I stare at the phone in my hand as I feel tingles all the way to my toes.
Holy f*****g s**t.
I put my hand over my mouth; I can’t believe this.
I stumble back into the bar to find my two friends bouncing in their chairs as they wait for my return. “What happened?” they all but scream.
I slump and put my hands in my hair. “He wanted me to go
