Chapter Twenty
COLTON
It’s been one week since Presley left—the longest week of my life—and it’s taking everything I have not to text or call her. We agreed to go on with our lives, but I haven’t stopped thinking about her. Sunrises and sunsets, the tack room, and even my couch remind me of her. I just want to hear her sweet voice and boisterous laughter. It was always music to my ears even when she was laughing at me.
I kick off my boots and stretch out on the couch. Picking up my phone, I go to our last texts. I try to type out a message to send to her, but everything sounds stupid as hell and makes me look desperate. It was very clear that once she left, it was over. That was always the plan, though I wonder what would’ve happened had I pushed for more. I stop myself from hitting sen
