I pulled my phone out of my pocket before I could overthink it and tapped out a message.
Message
(Today) at 5:58pm
ME:
I’m watching you drive away from
me. I miss you already. I had a great
weekend with you.
I waited a full five minutes out there on the footpath before I realised he wouldn’t be replying any time soon. Besides, it was a good twenty minute drive from Sorrento to Esperance and he needed to concentrate on driving.
Still, I was a little disappointed at exactly how long it took before he finally replied to my message as I lay in my bed alone that night.
Message
(Today) at 10:36pm
MATEO:
I hope you’re not still outside on the
footpath. You should go inside. It's
cold out.
MATEO:
And I miss you too.
I wish I could say my heart didn’t soar over the words in his second text. I wish I could pretend it didn’t matter that he might be missing me too. I wish I could have stopped myself from replying almost the same instant he’d sent his text.
ME:
What do you miss?
MATEO:
I miss all the sex I’m not having
right now.
ME:
I miss having your warm body
sleeping beside me. My bed feels
cold without you.
MATEO:
I might be missing that too...
ME: