Chapter 12
After we spent the better part of the night talking and then fell asleep in each other’s arms, the following morning I snuck out of the house. And then spent the next few weeks desperate for his every phone call but purposefully not picking up when it was him. He left cheery messages, checking in, and I called him back when I knew he was most likely to be busy or asleep. I responded to his texts hours after he sent them, and a conversation that could have taken place in twenty minutes stretched on for days.
I really wasn’t playing games, and I knew it made me a total coward, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
I was still having trouble processing the shift in our relationship, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Well, I knew I wanted him physically. Sometimes all it took was on
