Crawling beneath the covers of the bed I roll to my side, place my palm beneath my cheek and close my eyes. My cell beeps again and I sigh. I want to talk to him, but I don’t at the same time. He belongs to my sister, he’s her friend so I should stay away, but even despite my own warning I click in to see what he text.
Carson – What hotel are you at?
Me – The Haywood.
Carson – Room number?
Me – I’m not up for visitors.
Carson – Room number?
I don’t know why I’m stalling, I’m going to tell him, I always was, even though I know I shouldn’t.
Me – 459.
I wait for his reply, but it doesn’t come. Refusing to admit how disappointed I am, I close my eyes and fall asleep, ready for today to be over.