He watched as she got dressed, her pale skin nearly glowing in the light that had managed to creep through from the hallway. Caleb lay on the bed, face pressed into his pillow, the sheets tangled around his bare legs.
"You enjoy yourself?" Estelle asked as she stepped into her yoga pants, the tee shirt already in place as she continued out into the living room grabbing up her purse and book.
"Do I need to answer that?" he mumbled into his pillow. Raising himself on his knees, Caleb turned to look at her over his shoulder as Estelle was standing again in the doorway of the bedroom her cell phone to her ear. "Calling a cab?" Glancing at the bedside clock he noted that it was around 2:30am.
"Who else?" her voice was hinting with laughter.
Five minutes later she was gone as Caleb heard her lock the door behind her. Clearing his throat, he reached for her empty pillow sniffing, hoping to find a trace of her perfume. It was faint but it was there much like the way their relationship had become. Without thinking he reached for his cell phone that was sitting on the nightstand and sent a single lined text. "Why do you always leave?" He cringed then as he rolled over onto his back, his left knee bent the sheets puddling around his right thigh. The reply was almost instant.
"You have never asked me to stay."
It was true, Caleb was not in the habit of having anyone stay the night. He'd never been very comfortable with the morning after part, but Estelle had been in his life now for the majority of the last three years and he wanted something more solid from her.
"Meet me at 7am for Breakfast?"
"Can't. Have an 8am appointment"
He tossed the cell phone down to land on the far corner of the bed. It was always the same with her, this weird tug of war. Rubbing both hands over his face he let out a deep sigh of frustration before getting back up to find the pajama bottoms he'd worn the night before.
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Part 11 soon
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