17. I miss you. That was all I could think to send back. Darcy snored in my bedroom, and I laid out on my tiny couch in sweats, wrapped in an old blanket. My stomach was in knots waiting for his reply. I miss you too. Can we meet tomorrow? I wanted to, I was positive about that at least. I was angry, I was hurt, but I also wanted to know why he had disappeared. I needed to know if it was my fault, and if he could forgive me for breaking his rules. Yes, we can. I want to see you. I really want to see you. I’ll send a car for you in the morning. Does 10 work? Let’s make it later, around 2, if that’s OK. My friend is here visiting and we have breakfast plans. I’ll see you then. I scrolled through my pictures and pulled up the first one he sent me. It felt like forever ago, when he was still the mysterious stranger I met online. I looked at the clean lines of his form, the way his body flowed perfectly into itself, and I couldn’t help but remember him deep inside of me, whispering into my ear.
