“I know, but I was worried here. Okay!” He pushes a free hand in his short hair. “Is it my fault that I worry about you? You weren’t picking up first, then the calls won’t go through because they kept saying that the network on your phone isn’t available. I was scared. I-I thought that something really bad happened to you.” He folds his hands on his chest, reminding me of his tight shoulder muscles that are peeking out of his grey tee, and how his arms won't free me when he's making love to me, and how my heart won't even try to leave him.
I gulp for a moment watching the sincerity and love in his eyes. I immediately reach for my phone in the bag and see that it’s switched off. I show the screen to Cassiel. “It must have died."
“You keep repeating this s**t to me. You don't know how it a
