No goodbye.
Did you really expect him to be?
Before misery can set in, a knock pounds on the door.
“Larry! Wake up! We’re gonna be late!”
Bella. Reality crashes back in hard and fast.
“I’m up!” I call, my voice rougher than I’d like.
I sit up slowly, pulling the sheet around me like it’s going to protect me from the obvious.
From the truth.
From the very familiar sting settling low in my chest.
Of course he left.
Of course he did.
This is what happens.
This is exactly what happens.
Rockstar.
Girl.
One night.
End scene.
I scrub a hand over my face and reach for my phone.
There it is.
A text.
David
Stay put. I’m sending some bodyguards and a driver to get you both here at ten. Don’t leave the room unless they’re with you.
There was an emergency at the studio. I’ll explain when you get here.
Perfunctory. Impersonal.
I stare at it.
Read it twice. Three times.
Nope. I’m not missing anything.
Nothing at all.
No softness.
No anything to suggest last night even happened.