167. Call Her Back

~ MACK ~

I heard the front door close and closed my eyes. I was sprawled on top of my bed, still dressed, just staring at the ceiling.

Part of me felt relieved to know she wasn’t just two doors away. That her scent would fade instead of strengthen. But my skin itched with the urge to go after her.

I rolled onto my side and looked at the trees outside the window because I hadn’t closed the blinds. Even when I came back, pushing every thought and feeling down to my toes and growling at them to stay there, even when she’d talked to me, been worried… she still hadn’t come for me. Still wasn’t ready to give in.

I was beginning to think it might actually kill me to be here in this house with her for a week and unable to touch her.