My phone buzzes with a single message.
Devan
I am running late.
It is all I get. Just a few words, but they send a knot tightening in her stomach.
I can't sleep. Not really. Not after last night. The heat of him, the feel of Devan's hands, the memories of the pool. It had been too much to shake off.
My mind spins in restless circles, guilt gnawing at me from the inside.
Hours pass. The clock ticks closer to midnight, then past it. I sit on the edge of the bed, knees drawn up, staring at the muted light spilling through the curtains. My onesie feels too warm, too constricting, too irrelevant.
Then, a head light appears in my half drawn curtains. My breath catches in my throat but immediately my legs carry me off the bed downstairs.
Devan steps inside slowly. He looks devastating. Crisp shirt slightly rumpled, sleeves rolled, hair perfect in that way he always managed, eyes darkened just a touch with the sleepless edge of the road.
