Mischievous Eve

Eve’s POV

“Adam?” 

I could literally hear my heart pound loud in my ears. Every cell in my body, every part of me waited for him to say something. I clutched that phone tighter, holding my breath, anticipating, waiting, ready to hear his voice. Wanting him to say the words that I wanted to hear. 

Do you miss me Adam? Do you miss us? Do you want to see me? Do you regret it all? So many questions. So many things to say, to ask. I closed my eyes, raising my hands to grip the blouse I wore tighter, trying to even my breathing. 

I had woken up that day in fear. The same way I woke everyday, next to Tom, terrified of the man he had become. He was still his usual obnoxious self. Easily irritated. Angry at everyone. 

Threatening to bash my head against the wall when I made a mistake, like shrinking his tie in the washing machine. I had sat in the lau