“Here, Ro.”
Roaman’s hovering presence pulled my lids apart. She lowered a blanket onto my body and spread it across my limbs. Simultaneously, the back of her hand landed on my forehead. My brows furrowed in confusion.
“What is it?”
“You’re fatigued, baby. I sensed it the moment you walked out of your house. Have you been getting your rest?”
“Yes. As much as I can, anyway.”
“You need more. And, more fluids. Your body is working harder than it’s ever worked after a five-year hiatus. I need you to take care of yourself or I will.”
“I am,” I assured her.
A yawn ripped through my face.
“Get some rest. I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”
“Thank you.”
I closed my eyes, pressing the side of my face into the seat.
Bzzzt.
Bzzzt.
Bzzzt.
“Not you ready to crash and we just boarded,” Roulette teased.
Feeling as though rest wouldn’t be possible, I opened my eyes again.
“Leave her alone, Rou. She needs to rest. She’s tired.”
“Like she's been getting dicked down all night. Girl, get up.” She chuckled.
“Rou–” Roaman warned.
I opened my phone, finding Saint’s name in my message box. Naturally, I deepened my position and cradled my phone closer. My bottom lip rolled between my teeth.
“That man got your little head i–”
“Rou,” I pleaded, “Privacy please.”
She lifted both hands and pushed forward.
“Alright. I’m done,” she lied, “For now.”
My Saint is now sharing their location with you.
The first message of our thread was a notification from iPhone. Baffled and intrigued at once, I read the line six more times before moving on to the next one.
Tell me something good.
My smile reached my eyes as I went over the message a few times. My read receipt was on, so I knew that Saint saw the moment I opened his message.
Though facing fatigue, your message has refueled me.I replied.
The fingernail of my thumb tapped against my teeth as I watched the gray bubble appear.
