By the response, I knew he’d had a word with Roaman. He was privy to information I hadn’t volunteered, but I wasn’t opposed to him having.
“I didn’t have another choice.”
“Sometimes you don’t.”
“How long will you stay?”
“Not long, Mellow,” he said, regret intertwined with his words. “Not long at all.”
“And, tomorrow?Our date?”
“You’ll have me until you’re ready to get rid of me. For now, no worries. Get better, and I’ll see you back in Clarke.”
Saint had yet to lie to me, but I was hoping this time was an exception. It wasn’t. By the time we reached the small suite dedicated to replenishing athletes and the IV was secured in my arm, the sound of his footsteps was all I had left of him.
I rested my head on the leather chair and extended my arm on the stretch of leather designed just for it. A heavy sigh pushed through my lungs, up my windpipe, and out of my mouth.
“Alright, I’m Nurse Dollop. I’ll be taking good care of you for my friend De Bacco, today. He made me get out of my bed to come see a special lady. I’d have to say, he was truthful when he said you were a beauty.”
“Thank you,” I responded, realizing just how drained I was.
“Now, we’re going to start wi–”
Bzzzt.
Bzzzt.
Bzzzt.
My phone vibrated in my lap. I peered down to seeMy Sainton the screen. A smile spread my lips across my face. I swiped before pressing the phone to my ear.
Silence.
I waited for him to state his reason for calling, because my heart was in too many pieces to begin the conversation myself.
Silence.
He felt so far away. Already. So soon. He’d just walked out of the door. It felt like he’d walked out of my life.
“Mellow.”
“Yes?” I breathed into the phone.
“Hurry back home. I think I miss you already.”
The line died and so did my nerves. I pressed the phone against my chest and closed my eyes. Saint was going for the jugular. I respected it, but it was making it hard for me to stand my ground.
“Ooooooooh. I know that feeling. Hold on to it, girl.”
I sniggered, knowing that almost every woman had gotten that feeling at least once in their lives. Not me. It was my first time, but it felt worth the wait. Definitely worth the hype as well.
“I’ll try.”
“How long have you been dating?”
“We haven’t,” I explained, “Tomorrow is our first date.”
“From one woman to another, that’s it. I’m not saying that because he’s Saint and I’m biased. I’m saying it because I know.”
