“Hey beautiful.” Adrian’s deep voice sounds on the other side on the first ring.
I found a text from him from last night and decided to call him instead of texting and honestly, I need this. Needed to hear his voice after texting everyday since the day we went out for coffee.
Besides that, I needed the reminder that I can’t live in the past. If I can give myself and him a chance, he can be my future, and finally, I can put Noah in the past where he belongs.
“Morning, Adrian,” I tell him, for some weird reason feeling shy as fuck.
“Is it really morning where you are, or are you lying to sound responsible?” he teases.
I smile, curling into the pillow. “I would never lie to you… it is morning.”
“I was teasing, Sierra,” he says after a beat, “where are you calling me from today?”
“Paris.”
“Wow.” He lets out a low whistle. “Work or vacation?”
“A mini-vacation. A spontaneous one that my best friend invited me to,” I answer.
“I like her already.”
“You see, she’s super rich, and I do take advantage of her once in a while.”
He laughs, sensing the joke in my tone. “What a small world then. I also have two super rich best friends, whom I take advantage of once in a while.”
“Umm, Adrian, have you looked at yourself?” I tease. “You are also super rich if I do say so.”
“Well, aren’t you too? I mean, you’re a scientist.” He teases back.
“Not really… I mean, I can’t afford a supercar… Not right now anyway.” I laugh.
“Okay.” his laugh has me in a trance for a second. “Let’s agree to disagree.”
“Fine,” I mutter, trying to get my head to stay in the conversation and not get transfixed by his voice.
“How are you feeling today?” he asks, warmth and genuine concern threading through his voice.
“I’m okay,” I say honestly. “A little tired. A little overwhelmed. But okay.”
“I’ll take okay,” he says. “Okay is good. Okay means you’re still standing.”
I laugh softly. “You have a very optimistic definition of okay.”
“I work in medicine; trust me, okay is a win,” he says lightly. “Are you having fun?” he asks.
I hesitate, then decide to be honest. “I am, but I also can’t wait to get back home.”
That way I can move out of Noah’s house.
“That’s okay. Missing home is expected, but don’t let it get in the way of your experiences there,” he says without missing a beat.
Something in my chest softens.
“What about you?” I ask.
“I’m also good,” he jokes. “Mostly I’m just dealing with paperwork and reminding people to drink water.”


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