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hanging from his hips and nothing else. I eye his perfect, muscular physique. Yum. “I have to go, it’s getting late.” I can’t take my eyes off him. I feel scandalous having a conversation with my mom while I quietly admire every inch of his body. I wonder if he knows what I'm thinking. He’s not looking at me though. Instead he’s concentrating on finding something in one of the larger suitcases. I feel awful that I ignored him and made everything more difficult for him tonight. I want to make it up to him, tell him I’m sorry and that I love him. Exhaustion may put that on hold though.

“I love you, Emma. Sleep well and call me tomorrow.”

She puts emphasis on “call me tomorrow.”

“I will, Mom. I love you too.” Thomas sits down next to me, moves my hair to the side and kisses my cheek.

“I’m sorry about everything today, and so is Thomas,” I say. I feel terrible that she had to see all of that. I can’t imagine what was going through her head, or how she reacted. I need to delete those voicemails without listening to them. I don’t want to know.

“Oh, pssh! It’s not your fault. You two did nothing to be sorry about.” I helplessly grin at her tone. “Tell him I love him too. Give him a big kiss from me.” Her approval makes me smile and my whole body relaxes, sinking deeper into the soft mattress. “Good night, Emma.”

“Good night, Mom.” I hang up the phone and reach across the bed, stretching to put it on the nightstand. It’s almost dead, but I don’t have the energy to dig through my bag to find the charger.

Thomas grabs my waist and pulls me to his chest. I impishly object, letting out a small, playful groan.

“I’m so sorry baby, I really can’t tell you enough,” he whispers in my ear and gives me small kisses on my forehead, cheek, and neck.