“Mack! I hadn't heard from you since Friday. Are you ok?" Donovan's voice rings high with concern.
“Yeah, I'm…" I look around at the dinner that I'm cleaning up, scooping up half of it and putting it in Roxy's fridge.
I spot a pecan pie in a glass pie pan.
“...good. I just needed some 'me time.' Sorry, didn't mean to worry you, or ditch you Friday for that matter," I confess, but I know I don't sound sorry.
I sound content.
“I'm glad you're doing alright, just don't ghost me again, you worried me," Donovan said, and a part of that sentence doesn't sit well with me.
“You mean like how you ghosted me?" I know it's petty, but it feels so good and justified.
Why should I have to be the one who doesn't ghost him?
“Ouch. Yeah, I may have deserved that. But, I got a surprise for you." D
