Geneva
This f*ucking day could not get any longer, I swear. By the time we are back at the cabin my phone is blowing with messages from Quinn, who hasn’t stopped asking what happened and if I am okay. He did call and text last night and throughout the day today, but I was too damn exhausted to speak to anyone. Last night I just send him a quick text that we were fine before I collapsed in bed with Demir’s arms wrapped around me, and it was like the entire world outside seized to exist. And today I barely had any time to check my phone properly. Which is a really dumb thing to do but I really couldn’t deal with anything else.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” I say as he finally picks up on the fifth ring.
“Babe, what the hell?” Quinn screams at me, his voice higher with a few octaves. “I thought y
