Dorian

I wouldn’t blame her for walking away.

But I’d try my possible best to make sure she didn’t.

My phone buzzed again.

Amia.

Amia.

Amia.

I didn’t answer it. I just let her name flash once, then fade like it never belonged there to begin with.

Of course.

She always knew how to pick the perfect time — right when my blood started cooling and the silence started thinking for itself.

I stared at the phone like it owed me more than a name.

I didn’t move at ...