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I hang up before she gets a chance to argue.
Autumn and I are going to have to talk soon about where we’re going from where we are. I know I love being around her, I can barely stand when I’m not. I know she’s the best person I've ever met. I know she’s everything and more I could want for myself. She’s clever, and funny, and kind, and… may or may not ever be able to face my mother again.
A text comes through as I pull into my driveway.
Mom: You can do so much better.
The words make me feel sick to my stomach. They couldn’t be further from the truth.
Sheisbetter.
The sound of fingers hitting the keys is extremely soothing.
One of the hardest things about the last few weeks was knowing Autumn wasn't a phone call away anymore. I missed hearing her voice before I fell asleep.
Part of me was worried that she would overthink the morning we shared, and not answer when I called. I did have to leave for work sooner than I had wanted to. It wasn't easy to go.
But she did answer, very cheerily. She's been writing all day, feeling inspired, which makes me feel good. I know the time she spent ignoring me wasn't any easier on her than it was on me.
She was still going strong when I called, but she let me stay on the line. I'd rather be there, watching the concentration on her face, and all of her cute reactions.
It's doubtful that I wouldn't ruin her productivity the second I would walk through the door. Not because she lacks self control, but because I might. When it comes to her, it's actually a guarantee.
I don't speak. I just listen.
She’s clearly on a roll, only pausing occasionally to mumble something to herself. I even heard her let out a small squeal as she went, trying to cover it with a cough. It was adorable.
The typing slows after a long while and she sighs.
“Damn, I’m good.”
“I know you are.”
She laughs. “I almost forgot you were there. Having fun?”
“I’m having so much fun that I’m almost half asleep,” I confess.
“Oh no, I didn’t mean to bore you. I can text you in the morning?”
“No,” I say quickly. “It’s nice. Don’t go.”
I hear the smile in her voice when she says, “Okay.”
It’s quiet for a long moment, as my thoughts drift to the morning we had. The way she was so lost to everything but the feeling of my fingers inside her. I need more of that.
“Autumn.”
“Miles.”
“Should we talk about it?”
She lets out a little hum, like she’s thinking. I don’t breathe while I wait for her answer.
“You’re amazing, you know?”
“A lot of people start breakups with that line, you know.”
“We can’t break up, we aren’t together.”
