Two Close (herophine fanfic)-EnemiestoLovers

Chapter 25

I was on edge after the chat Lindsay and I had together. I kept going

over the conversation in my head, and the more I did, the more

paranoid I became.

"I don't love Hero. That's ridiculous."

No one answered, and no one would. I was sitting on our bed in the

hotel room—the same bed in which Hero and I must have gone

through every Karma Sutra position known to man.

"It's just the sex. The sex is good... mind-blowing in fact. The sex is

really quite spectacular." I nodded to myself. "Yeah, it's just great

sex.

Hero and I have great sex, and that is it."

It was only then that I realised I was sitting there talking to myself.

"Shit, what is wrong with me?"

Shaking myself out of it, I got up to get a shower and looked at the

time.

It was after eight, so Hero should have been back a while ago. I was

worried a little, but the prospect of Hero coming in the shower with

me spiked me into action. "Yeah, it's just the sex."

Once I was done showering, I turned it off, disappointed that Hero

never came in with me. "Hero, are you back yet?"

I was met with silence. Maybe he was having a drink with the guys at

the bar. I was hungry though, so I hoped he wouldn't take too long.

I got myself dressed, put some light make-up on, and did my hair. By

the time I was ready, it was eight forty-five.

"Where is he?"

As I asked this, a knock on the door came. I rushed over, thinking

Hero had forgotten his key, but it wasn't Hero. It was Jeffrey, and he

didn't look very happy.

"Jeffrey, what's wrong?"

"Is Hero here?"

I started panicking. "What do you mean 'Is Hero here?' I thought he

was with you guys?"

He ran his hands over his face. "Well, that's the thing. We were out

with him, and then he received a phone call. He took off after that,

and no one knows where he is. We've all tried calling him, but it just

goes straight to voicemail."

I ran back into our room and dug in my bag for my phone. I had

switched it off because roaming calls were so expensive. When it

loaded up, I started getting stupid alerts about how much it would

cost being Spain.

But then I saw a voicemail message. I quickly connected and

listened.

"Josephine, it's Mason. Call me as soon as you get this." He

immediately hung up.

"Fuck!" I tried ringing Mason back, but his was going straight to