Page 91 of Crave Me
Had I had any doubts before, this clusterfuck of an argument had shown me the truth in a very real, reality-slapping my face kind of way.
And when I arrived home, late at night after finishing the meal with my parents and helping Mom clean up before giving the excuse I had to be at work early in the morning, I was more lost than I ever had been before.
I climbed into my bed, more exhausted than I could ever remember being and barely summoned the energy to reach for my phone as it started vibrating across my nightstand.
Tomorrow night. My house. 10 p.m.
Don’t be late
Simon
I didn’t respond. I closed out my messages app and rolled over so I didn’t have to see it. For the first time since I’d approached Simon, I understood clearly why he’d been so hesitant to train me in the first place.
I couldn’t even summon a small amount of excitement at seeing him again.
