Page 67 of All for her Forgiveness

She has to do that on her own time. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t wish she would.

“Yeah man, just tired.”

“What have you been up to the last couple of weeks? Barely seen you out,” Cooper asks as he comes up to us, whacking Owen in the head with his towel.

“Jesus Christ, fuck off man,” Owen hisses, rubbing the side of his face.

“Have to lay low for awhile,” I tell him with a shrug. I’m not technically lying.

Cooper shoots me a look before throwing his sweats on,and after a few more minutes of bickering back and forth, we’re on our way to our meeting.

Do I call her?

Do I text her?

What am I supposed to do?

It’s three days later and I’m going insane. I don’t know what’s going on at home, and I’ve held back from texting Briar since I got here. I want to give her space.

Why? I don’t know. She’s my assistant. I should be asking her to do something.

Anything.

Okay, right. I can ask her to do stuff.

Can you get me some mint ice cream when you’re out next?

Why would you ask her that?I fling myself back into my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Why can’t talking to her be easy?

SUNNY

Why? Are you coming home soon?

Well… no

When do you need it by?

Well shit.

We’ll be home soon, and we have a stadium practice in the beginning of nextmonth.

Just whenever you can.

Okay…

Are you just using that as an excuse to text me?

Why would I ever do that?

Just call me, dummy.

I stare at the text for a good five minutes, until the little blue bubbles pop up, showing that she’s texting again.

And then it stops.

Two more minutes and it starts again.