Chapter 9: Angela pov

I have no idea what possessed me to call him, but I am glad I did. Talking with him is so natural, it is just like breathing. There is never a time that we struggle to find a topic and before I know it, dawn is breaking on the horizon and I have spent the entire night talking to this man. His voice rolls over me like warm syrup and holds my attention like no other person ever has.

It’s been an entire week since that first call and so far, we have spoken every night until either, really late or until dawn. I’ve managed to avoid telling him about my insomnia, as he either takes me at my word for not being tired or he insists on hanging up, when he realises how late it is, which I find really sweet. I never thought that I would place Grant and sweet in the same sentence, but it happened, and I was a giggling mess for about ten minutes afterwards.

Jack and Anya have noticed a change in my mood, but I have not told them that I’m talking to him. Something is holding me back from saying a