By the time Andrew finally decided to respond, it was almost nightfall. The last rays of the sun were slipping through my window blinds, turning the walls of my bedroom this warm, honey-colored glow that would’ve been kind of nice if I hadn’t been losing my fucking mind all day waiting for his message.I’d spent the afternoon doing everything except thinking about it—cleaning the kitchen, folding laundry, even organizing the random shit in the junk drawer by the door. But even while I was elbow-deep in that drawer, pulling out batteries and random cables I didn’t even remember owning, my phone kept buzzing in my pocket. Every time, my heart would lurch, like maybe this was it—maybe he’d finally said something.It was always James, or some stupid email. By the time the sun started to sink below the buildings outside my window, I was jittery as fuck, my leg bouncing nonstop as I sat on the edge of the bed, phone in my hand like a lifeline.And then—finally—his name lit up my screen.And
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