Seventy-seven

Andreas sat at his office desk, his fingers drumming impatiently on the surface. He had been waiting for what felt like hours for the clock to hit the designated time when he could go and pick up Rebecca from the mall. He knew it was irrational, but every time he dropped her off somewhere, he had this nagging feeling in his gut that she would disappear again, just like before.

The kiss they shared before she got out of the truck had left him wanting more, like always. It was like a drug that he couldn't get enough of. He sighed, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He knew he needed to trust Rebecca, but the fear of losing her was too great. He grabbed his phone and checked the time again.

He leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes, trying to push away the feeling of unease. He thought about how much he loved her and how much he didn't want to lose her. He knew he needed to talk to her about his feelings, but he didn't want to come across as possessive or overbearing.

Andre