I knock.
“Joe?!”
When he doesn’t answer, I pull out my key. Worry sits like lead in my gut, slowing down my every move. He must be home. Joey is always home.
“Joe?!”
The lock clicks and I push on the door. I’m greeted by complete darkness.
“Joey?” I call out.
Something’s wrong. I can feel it.
Gingerly I reach for the light, flicking it on and bathing the small flat in a yellow glow. “Joey?” I call out, even though I’m certain he isn’t here.
I let the door click closed and then cross the room to his bedroom in a rush. As I expected, I find his bedroom empty and my shoulders sag as I let out a frustrated huff. Not knowing what else to do I sit on his bed and wait, calling him three more times before giving up and going home.
* * *
My apartment is quiet,and I waste no time disappearing to my room to crawl into my bed. It’s been the longest day, and I already know the next couple days won’t be easy with the ball and now Joey. I know something is up, and it makes me anxious not being able to get hold of him.
My phone beeps with a text.
Mase: I’m thinking about you
Butterflies take flight in my stomach, making it dip and bottom out.
He’s thinking of me?
Nina: Thank you for this evening. I really am looking forward to Saturday
Mase: Would you believe me if I told you I am too?
I smile into the dark room.
Nina: No but you made me smile
Mase: I did…
Nina: Yep
Mase: What are you wearing?
I read the message over and over. He’s horny?
God, I’m not in the right frame of mind for this. I type out a reply three times and delete it before another message comes through.
Mase: Shit. Do I need to work on my game?
I chuckle at that. I sit up in my bed and try to get into it.
Nina: You don’t think you have game?
Mase: I was hoping for a sext
Oh man.
Nina: Do you think you deserve a sext?