Maranda
The sound of a phone ringing mixed with Tiny shifting on the bed, his arm moving away from me as he climbed out of bed, woke me up. Opening my eyes, I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand. It was early, only a little after four in the morning. Rolling over, I watched as Tiny took his phone into my bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him before turning the light on. Laying there, I tried to listen to see if I could hear him and see if I could figure out what was going on. But I couldn’t make out anything he said. Whatever it was, the conversation didn’t last long. Maybe a minute later, the light shut off, and Tiny walked back out of the bathroom. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched him walk back over to the bed.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” I shook m
