Apphia
I wake up the following morning to the buzzing of a phone. I stir; my body feels like it's been run over by a truck.  
My phone buzzes again, and I reach the bedside to check it. It is a message from Jerry. They have arrived in town. I check the time; it is a quarter to ten. I stretch my limbs, noticing my mate is not in bed with me. 
I mind--link him, 'Where are you, my love?' 
'You're awake. Good morning, baby. How was your night?' I can hear the arrogance in his tone. He ...