As quickly as he is gone, a voice behind me startles me.

“BAILEY!”

Renae is standing within the doorway, her fingers on her hips, a sly smile on her face. “Get inside and inform me all about it!”

I giggle and observe her inside.

5

BAILEY

I take a scorching bathe and a fast nap, which turns into, unsurprisingly, a for much longer snooze the place I sleep off my exercise and lengthy lunchtime hike. Additionally unsurprisingly, I dream about Porter. In my dream, we did not cease up there on the highest of the path and Porter wasn’t holding himself again.

In my dream, we do an entire lot extra.

After I get up, it is 8 PM. I frown and dig round in my purse for my cellphone. Porter texted me as soon as whereas I used to be asleep.

Porter: Good night time child

Bailey: Sorry, I fell asleep

I pause, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard. I do not know what else to say to him. Ought to I apologize? Invite him over? Inform him I had a intercourse dream about him and now my panties are soaked?

I snigger to myself, merely telling him that it was an excellent nap and that I am excited for dinner tomorrow.

I’ve one other textual content, too, and it explains why the home is so quiet so early within the night.

Renae: Hey, lady. I am going dwelling with Bryan the yoga teacher after class for drinks and a film. Hopefully, I will not be again in any respect tonight 😉 He is so nice! Want me luck!

Bailey: Have enjoyable, and use safety!

My finest pal sends again a row of peach emojis and eggplants, and I toss my cellphone apart, laughing. Renae is the wildest girl I do know. She definitely by no means lets a possibility slip away, that is for positive.

However now I am alone in the home. The home windows are all open, and the breeze coming by means of the display is cool and refreshing. The crickets are singing exterior, and I lie again, resting my head on the pillow. For the primary time, Renae’s home would not really feel like dwelling.

It is as a result of I am lonely, I notice with a begin. I am lonely as a result of I wish to be with Porter.

That is acquired to be it. I’ve spent loads of time in the home right here alone, however usually Renae is dwelling. We’re a few faculty college students, and we’re often each watching films or speaking, so the home has never felt large or empty.

However tonight it does. I need Porter.

He desires me, too. However is it simply lust? Am I a passing fancy for the older, skilled man? I push these ideas out of my head. Porter stated he did not desire a fling. He stated he needed me, and all of me. And there was no approach he was mendacity. He’d by no means backed down from something, from what I might inform.

And he stated we’re relationship, which is loopy. Courting my boxing teacher!

I giggle and swing my legs up and about. I am getting hungry, so I throw on a pair of leggings and a unfastened tank high and head to the kitchen to rummage across the fridge. Renae and I’ve a fairly easy weight loss plan. We largely eat recent vegatables and fruits and lean meat plus protein shakes—when she isn’t giving into her takeout dependancy, that’s.

I minimize up some hen and greens and grill them rapidly on the range. I add some oil and soy sauce and blend all of it collectively, after which quiet down on the sofa to seek out one thing senseless to look at on Netflix. It is about 9 PM now, and there is nonetheless no reply from Porter, however I assume he is simply busy with the renovations of the gymnasium. He advised me that he is paid additional for the development crews to work by means of the night time, hoping to have his new pool completed as quickly as attainable.

As I scroll, I hear the bushes out again scraping in opposition to the again home windows. It should be a windy night time. The branches scratch the glass after which fall away once more, and I sigh. It is peaceable, however I am stressed. My physique is sore, however I really feel like I’ve power. Why on the planet cannot I loosen up?

Scratch, scratch, scratch. The sound continues, and it appears to get louder. Extra constant.

I sit upright, a chill working down my backbone. Might it’s a tree department?

Or…

No, Bailey, I order myself. No, that is ridiculous. It isn’t your stalker, and he is not right here. It is only a breeze and a few branches.

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