next to mine. His breath is warm against my ear and I’m eager for more of him, more of his hands, more of his body, more of his kisses, more of his warmth. I feel his lips near my ear just before I hear him say “Baby, on a scale of one to four…I love you Seven.”
Bryant?
WHOA!
My eyes open and I jolt up in my bed. I take a minute to look around to make sure I’m alone before closing my eyes and taking a very deep breath.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask myself.
I did not just have a damn dream about Bryant Wood.
I must be sicker than I thought.
*****
My cellphone is ringing. It’s not on my night stand as it usually is. Sounds of the strumming guitar ringtone continue to fill up my room so I know it’s nearby, I just don’t know where. I crawl out of bed and hit the floor with a thud. My body feels unusually heavy, like I’ve been in bed for a whole day with the stomach flu, except I don’t have the stomach flu. When I turn my head I spot my cellphone laying just under my bed and grab it to see that it’s Rachel calling. I swipe the screen to answer her call.
“Hello?” The words almost don’t make it out of my mouth. What happened to my voice? “Hello?” I say again.
“Savannah? Is that you? What the hell, are you okay?” she asks.
“Rachel?” I lean my body against my bed from where I’m sitting on the floor. My head falls back against my mattress. I have zero energy and just want to go back to sleep. “Yeah it’s me. I’m sorry, I was just…” I can’t think of what to say. I’m so tired.
“Savannah, you sound terrible. No wonder you’re not at work.”
“Huh? What do you mean not at…”
What day is it? I’m not even sure anymore .
I look at the clock on my night stand. It’s eleven o-clock in the morning. I was supposed to be at work at eight. “Oh shit. Rachel, I’m sorry. I’ve been sleeping since about...I don’t know…seven thirty last night? I went to bed with a fever and now, I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Whoa. Savannah, that’s awful. Do you need anything? I can stop at the store when I break for lunch.”
“No, no. It’s ok. I think I just want to sleep. Maybe I’ll feel better in a few hours. I’m really sorry Rachel. I must’ve slept through my alarm…or maybe I just forgot to set it.” I mumble.
“Totally okay babe. Audrey will clear your clients for today. Don’t worry about it. You just get better okay?”
I clear my throat willing myself to sound somewhat normal. “Great, yeah. Thanks. Oh hey, how was that umm, dance thingy last night?”
Rachel chuckles lightly. “It was adorable as expected. I’ll tell you all about it when you’re feeling better. Maybe I’ll bring some soup over this evening so you don’t have to bother doing anything. Would that be okay? I’ll just check in on you.”
I smile at Rachel’s request. She’s so motherly I often wonder why she doesn’t settle down with someone and have kids of her own. It’s nice that she thinks of me though. “Yeah, that’s fine.” I yawn. “I’ll see you later then Rache.”
“Okay. See ya soon. Bye.”
I hit the button on my phone to end the call and climb back into my bed for a few more hours…or days, of sleep.
Chapter 8
Bryant
“I got this,” I mutter to myself in the mirror. That hot shower was great and the late morning run felt good, but it’s done nothing for my nerves. What twenty-seven-year-old guy still gets nervous at the thought of seeing a girl? This is bull shit. Except it’s not. She’s the one that got away. Strike that, she’s the one I never had the balls to try for, and now that’s she’s back, she’s broken. At least she thinks she’s broken, and damn if I can’t blame her for thinking that after what she’s been through. This is my one chance though, to fix my past, right my wrongs, and show her that I can be the one she needs to help guide her through the world of hurt that she lives in and bring
Bryant?
WHOA!
My eyes open and I jolt up in my bed. I take a minute to look around to make sure I’m alone before closing my eyes and taking a very deep breath.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask myself.
I did not just have a damn dream about Bryant Wood.
I must be sicker than I thought.
*****
My cellphone is ringing. It’s not on my night stand as it usually is. Sounds of the strumming guitar ringtone continue to fill up my room so I know it’s nearby, I just don’t know where. I crawl out of bed and hit the floor with a thud. My body feels unusually heavy, like I’ve been in bed for a whole day with the stomach flu, except I don’t have the stomach flu. When I turn my head I spot my cellphone laying just under my bed and grab it to see that it’s Rachel calling. I swipe the screen to answer her call.
“Hello?” The words almost don’t make it out of my mouth. What happened to my voice? “Hello?” I say again.
“Savannah? Is that you? What the hell, are you okay?” she asks.
“Rachel?” I lean my body against my bed from where I’m sitting on the floor. My head falls back against my mattress. I have zero energy and just want to go back to sleep. “Yeah it’s me. I’m sorry, I was just…” I can’t think of what to say. I’m so tired.
“Savannah, you sound terrible. No wonder you’re not at work.”
“Huh? What do you mean not at…”
What day is it? I’m not even sure anymore .
I look at the clock on my night stand. It’s eleven o-clock in the morning. I was supposed to be at work at eight. “Oh shit. Rachel, I’m sorry. I’ve been sleeping since about...I don’t know…seven thirty last night? I went to bed with a fever and now, I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Whoa. Savannah, that’s awful. Do you need anything? I can stop at the store when I break for lunch.”
“No, no. It’s ok. I think I just want to sleep. Maybe I’ll feel better in a few hours. I’m really sorry Rachel. I must’ve slept through my alarm…or maybe I just forgot to set it.” I mumble.
“Totally okay babe. Audrey will clear your clients for today. Don’t worry about it. You just get better okay?”
I clear my throat willing myself to sound somewhat normal. “Great, yeah. Thanks. Oh hey, how was that umm, dance thingy last night?”
Rachel chuckles lightly. “It was adorable as expected. I’ll tell you all about it when you’re feeling better. Maybe I’ll bring some soup over this evening so you don’t have to bother doing anything. Would that be okay? I’ll just check in on you.”
I smile at Rachel’s request. She’s so motherly I often wonder why she doesn’t settle down with someone and have kids of her own. It’s nice that she thinks of me though. “Yeah, that’s fine.” I yawn. “I’ll see you later then Rache.”
“Okay. See ya soon. Bye.”
I hit the button on my phone to end the call and climb back into my bed for a few more hours…or days, of sleep.
Chapter 8
Bryant
“I got this,” I mutter to myself in the mirror. That hot shower was great and the late morning run felt good, but it’s done nothing for my nerves. What twenty-seven-year-old guy still gets nervous at the thought of seeing a girl? This is bull shit. Except it’s not. She’s the one that got away. Strike that, she’s the one I never had the balls to try for, and now that’s she’s back, she’s broken. At least she thinks she’s broken, and damn if I can’t blame her for thinking that after what she’s been through. This is my one chance though, to fix my past, right my wrongs, and show her that I can be the one she needs to help guide her through the world of hurt that she lives in and bring
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