Rory’s POV
I tap my pen against my notepad anxiously as I stare at my computer screen in my cubicle. Marcus landed last night back in Boston, and despite every part of me wanting to go and meet him from the bus, I’d refrained. I mean, how weird would it be to just rock up to greet him in the middle of the night?
Marcus also didn’t ring me last night, and though a huge part of me wants to believe that he was just tired after the travel, the smaller, more vulnerable part of me wonders if he’s finally got bored of me. It also doesn’t help with just how much I’ve looked forward to my cell phone lighting up with his name when he video called me each night for the last five days.
‘You’re pouting’ Celeste’s voice startles me out of my thoughts and I glance up to find her peering over the top o
