Chapter 35
Home Is Where The Heart Is
My phone buzzed not five minutes after I crawled into bed and dragged me from asleep. Exhausted, I groaned and forced my body to roll over, snagging my phone from the bedside table.
The text from Ethan read:
Divinely.
Two days ago, the message was, Ethan is.
I smiled.
Me: Let me take a wild stab and guess tomorrow’s will say gorgeous.
Ethan: Good to see your psychic abilities are finally developing.
Me: Perhaps you should worry about developing a little more originality.
Ethan: Oh, I’m original and divinely gorgeous. It’s a winning combination. Tell that friend of yours I’m going to kick her ass when I get home.
Home. The word touched an empty place inside. I missed him, missed the sound of his laughter ringing through the house like music, missed his sarcastic and smutty humor. Missed our home.
Me: Just be safe and hurry back.
Ethan: I keep telling you I don’t need to worry about protection.
I chuckled.
Then another text lit my screen. I’m going to get some sleep. Good night, little witch.
I pinged back: Sweet dreams.
I smiled because I knew he had already formulated a comeback in his head that involved details of just how sweet his dreams were. I stared down at the phone and waited, but it never came.