Page 73 of Sweet Little Lies
It might sound pushy of me, but I want this to happen so badly. I’d go anywhere she wants me to go just to see her again.
But she stuns me in Mica fashion once again. “My apartment?”
Oh, fuck me.
My entire body shakes, the phone at my ear jiggling with hope.
“Mmm-kay. Sounds good. Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow morning around eight?”
“Si. Okay. Bye Lance.”
“Bye, Georgie. Sleep tight.”
And when I end the call, I notice my heart and head feel sanguine and lighter than they have in weeks. In months. Maybe even years.
Because there’s hope in my life. Hope that she’ll forgive me. Maybe not right away. It’ll take time for forgiveness to take place. At least I can live with the burning optimism that I have the opportunity to see her again.
Sleeping tonight will be a problem.
