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He laughed. “Dammit. Not fair. I’m so jealous.” He picked up the gift bag I’d gotten him. “At least I’ve got my Easter eggs, I guess.”
I walked him to the door, my heart sagging. It felt strange how much Ialreadymissed him.
“I guess this is it,” I said. I didn’t want him to go.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he agreed. I could tell he didn’t want to leave, either. “Hey, let me know if the soundproofing helps.”
I beamed. “I will. Thanks again for taking care of that.”
“Anything for you,” he said.
We shared one last kiss—one long, deepening kiss, that threatened to drag us both back into the bedroom if I didn’t quickly pry myself apart from him.
“You better go,” I warned as I pushed him towards the door, “before you miss your flight.”
He grumbled, disappointed, even though I could see it in his eyes—he knew I was right.
“Fine,” he snarled. He made the phone gesture with his hands. “I’ll FaceTime you.”
“Can’t wait,” I sang.
“Bye, babe.” He gave my ass one last hard smack and willed himself through the door.
“Bye, Brett.”
19
Brett
Bzzzzz-zt.
A strange sound pulled me halfway from a dream. I fought it, wanting to stay in dreamland longer, but—
Bzzzzz-zt.
The sound repeated a half-second later, and my mind drifted higher, closer to the surface, close enough that my conscious mind could identify the source of the buzzing: my phone.
Someone’s texting me.
The realization jerked me awake. I yawned and stirred and stretched in a hotel bed in St. Louis, my body still stiff from last night’s flight. I peeked at my phone on the nightstand.
Is it McKayla?
A wave of happiness rushed over me when I picked up my phone and saw the textswerefrom her.
“Good morning handsome!”the first text began. She’d sent a selfie: wearing an oversized t-shirt, she basked in a sunbeam on the couch with a steaming mug of coffee in her hand. Her natural beauty shone in the soft morning light, and her stray hairs lit like a golden halo.
God, she’s gorgeous.
“Morning, beautiful,” I replied. “How are you?”
While I waited for to reply, I found myself still staring at her photo, smiling like a fool. And man, it was a special feeling to have a girl you cared about, someone you thought about first thing in the morning, even when you were a thousand miles apart. I never knew it until now. On one hand, I felt like I’d been missing out on it all this time—on the other hand, I don’t think I could’ve had this with anybody else but McKayla.
My phone vibrated with her reply.“I’m good! Just super sleepy because I barely slept a wink last night.”
“Looking at your pic, I wouldn’t have guessed,” I wrote back. “I can’t stop staring. You’re stunning.”
“Awww thanks! How about you? How’s St. Louis?”
