ALMA

I love you.

That was what he said and there wasn't a part of me that didn't fight the urge to say it back. To blurt it out as my finger ran through his hair and peck him on the forehead for how good he'd been.

But I panicked. I was too quick to click the disconnect button and calling Carl back wasn't an option, especially after how awkwardly I'd let the call go. His phone stuck to my head, replaying over and over like bells as the phone slid down my ears to the couch and tumbled and ...