43. A much more intense love.
43. A much more intense love. Becket. Naked, I get out of bed, staggering a little when a small dizziness hits me. But I look around until I find my jeans, stick my hand in the pocket for the phone, and dial her number. Fuck, she must still have me blocked because it goes straight to voicemail. I check the time and realize it’s after noon. Did I really sleep that long? The cold and the exhaustion of the last month must have taken their toll. Fucking hell. “Lia!” I shout, hoping she’s in the kitchen, or somewhere in the apartment. But everything is too quiet, cold, like any place where she isn’t. I put my clothes on in a rush, almost without paying attention to the order, and run toward the kitchen. I trip at the crossing before reaching the open living room, where I stop abruptly,
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