Chapter 8
By the time we arrived at Jeff’s, it was late. We had run to my old house again to look for my earbuds, but unfortunately, hadn’t found them.
“I’m beat,” I said to him. “I’m going to take a shower, then go to bed.”
“Okay. I’m a little restless. I’m going to play on the PS4.”
I tilted my head at him. “Restless, huh? Go call your guy,” I teased, even while I fought a sense of loss.
He turned pale. “Stop! I’m not telling you who it is.”
I laughed as I headed to the shower. I’d get it out of him sooner or later.
Minutes later, once the water heated to my liking, I stepped under the spray and groaned. My muscles were so tight and the water felt like little knives slicing my skin. The bed at the hotel had sucked, and I’d tossed and turned each night. Stress probably hadn’t helpe
