"It's fine," I say. Out of my peripheral vision I spot Chris' watch. I squint and manage to make out the time. 16:23. Shit! I think. Mum would be home by now, and probably going ballistic about me not being there.
Chris looks as though he is about to kiss me again, but then he sees my worried expression and moves away.
"What's wrong?" he asks. He must think it's him: his neutral expression cannot hide a trace of hurt slipping through.
"I have to go," I say quickly. "I'm sorry." I rush away reluctantly, wishing I could simply stay with him. However, if I stay any longer Mum will probably call the police. Chris calls after me, but I keep running, pulling out my phone as I do so. I unlock it and there is the number 49 on the call app. 49 missed calls from Mum!
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Unspoken Desires
RomanceThis is a story I'm writing with @yourworshipfulnesss, we are taking it in turns to write :)
