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My phone vibrated gently in my pocket. I almost missed it, being surrounded by people, I almost didn’t notice.
“What time are you going to be done working today?” I could hear his silky smooth voice in my head as I read his text. A little smile began to creep across my face. It didn’t matter what the message was, my heart always skipped a beat when I saw his name on my screen.
I didn’t think anything of his question. I just answered. It was completely normal for us to talk all day long, about anything. About everything.
We continued moving into playful banter for a few minutes. My mood was slightly elevated. Work was busy, but I kept feeling myself being pulled to him. Every second mattered.
More than anything at that moment I wanted to talk to him. More than anything I wanted to see him again, to feel the warmth of his lips against mine.
What was it that made this electrical current between us hum? Why was our conversation so elevated, so excited? Was it the fact that he was getting ready to come see me, that it would only be one more day that we’d be apart?
My anticipation for his arrival made my heart accelerate and soon the noisy room became quiet, like I was the only one there.
But for now, I would wait.
Unknown to me, he had different plans. Wait for him I would, but not idly. Soon the mystery would be revealed to me with another message.
Another message that made me stop short and made my lips curl up at the corners bringing on a warm smile, “You have a massage waiting for you at your hotel spa tonight.”