Trey leaves the room to give me a few minutes to collect myself and get dressed. When he comes back into the room he sits on my bed while I dry my hair at my desk. We don't exchange any words. He just watches me do my thing with a blank expression on his face. We haven't exchanged any words since he came back into the room and I am quite comfortable with this. His presence alone makes me feel at ease. I no longer feel the need to go for a run and am content with him being around me.
His phone rings , breaking the silence and making me jump. I look at him in the reflection of the mirror as he checks the caller ID. He sighs and puts the phone back in his pocket without answering it. I frown. "Aren't you going to answer it?" I ask. He shrugs. "I rather not," he tells me. The ringings stops
