The next morning, she was laying in her bed, listening to the sound of the surf on the shore with the cats curled up beside her. Despite how strong she was trying to be, she was missing home. She missed the way her parents constantly checked in on her and asked her to come downstairs with them. She missed the way the boys would try to sneak into her bedroom, even before the cats, to get her to sing them songs or read them stories. She missed Clarette’s cooking.
Mostly, she was missing Eric. Having his attention over the last little while spoiled her and now she was craving the way he wrapped his hands around her body and hugged her from behind. Cuddling into the pillow she’d put Eric’s hoodie on was not the same.
As if she’d conjured him, the phone rang with his name on the display.
She
