Page 61 of A Dark Melody

“We have a two-day drive to LA.”

“Yeah.”

“Probably won’t see much of each other. Will you text me?” I nod, and he smiles again. “Maybe I’ll sneak over at a rest stop or something.”

“I’d like that.”

“Goodnight, Abigail.” He says my full name playfully.

“Goodnight, Wesley.” I stick my tongue out, taunting him in my own way.

He smiles and leans in, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and walking away.

I’m not looking forward to the long drive without him. I have gotten used to having him around in just the few short days it’s been. I’m going to miss him. I miss him already, in fact.

I climb onto my bus, where Sue is waiting with a sandwich.

“Have fun?” She questions and lifts the plate with my sandwich up.

“Yes.” I nod, taking the plate.

I bite into the sandwich, determined to be better for Wes, to be someone deserving of him.

eight

I wakeup the next morning feeling full and empty at the same time. I miss Wes. I wish I had woken up beside him.

I know something needs to give. We can’t keep on going this way. The chemistry between us is too intense. I also know if we decide to really give a relationship a try, I’m going to have to try harder to be better.

So, I force myself out of bed. I pull on some sweatpants and head down to the kitchen area.

Sue is sitting at the table at her laptop. She looks up when she sees me.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” I say, putting two pieces of bread in the toaster. I grab a mug and pour some coffee in it. Sue studies me as I do this.

“What’s your prize?”

“I was wondering if Wes could join us for some of the ride.” The toast pops up, and I put some butter on it.

“Add some milk and sugar to your coffee, then it’s a yes.”

I pour some milk into the mug and add three scoops of sugar. I put the toast on a plate and take a seat at the table. I sit across from Sue and silently eat my toast in between sips of coffee.

“I’m impressed.” I look up at her. “Didn’t know all it took was a handsome man to get you to behave.”

I roll my eyes.

I try not to take too long to eat. I try to focus on the idea of Wes coming over. I try to think about what movies we could watch, things to ask him about himself, anything other than the carbs I am putting into my body.

I finish up and put my plate and mug in the sink. My phone buzzes in my pocket.

It’s from Wes.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” I reply.

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