Before We Were US
I lay awake under my new comforter, staring up at the unfamiliar shadows moving across the ceiling.
I was still staring at the ceiling when my phone lit up on the mattress beside my pillow.
Noah 🏈
My heart skipped a beat, a familiar, comforting thump echoing in my chest. I answered before the second ring, pulling the phone to my ear.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“I miss you,” his voice came through the line instantly.
My eyes burned, a hot wave of emotion hitting me right in the throat. “I miss you too.”
We’d never had to miss each other before. Not like this.