English Accent (The Accents #1)

180 degrees

"What?" I hissed into the phone.

I was finally in my room, leaning against my closed door. I knew Ted was probably chatting on the other side, but I knew better than to try to get him to leave.

"It's nice to hear you, too, Sweetie." Dominic's grim voice sounded on the other side.

"Why are you calling me like a madman?" demanded, keeping my voice low.

"Maybe because you promised to call me when you landed and yet I haven't heard a word from you?"

"I promised to call you when I got home." I corrected. "And I just did. You've been calling me when I was still in the car."

"By home I meant England. You were supposed to call me the moment you stepped out of the plane and set your pretty little foot in England."

I scoffed.

"My feet are not small."

"Yes, they are. But it's not the case now." His voice sounded lighter now. "How was the flight?"

"Great. Can I call you back later?"

"No."

I rolled my eyes.

"Stop it. I can hear you."

"Doing what?"

"Rolling your eyes."

Well, that was creepy.

"Whatever. I can't talk now. I'll call you in the evening."

Or not.

"Running off so early?" He teased. I could hear a smile in his voice. "I'm offended. I must not have kissed you goodbye well enough."

My face immediately started burning at the mention of the kiss he'd given me before I left. I didn't let myself get too flustered, though, a little afraid that he was going to hear that, too.

"I will have to repair it when you come back."

"In that case, I'm not coming back at all."

He made a tsking sound.

"So rude. Do you kiss your mom with that snappy mouth of yours?"

"Her, yes. You, on the other hand..."

He laughed.

"We'll see what you're going to say when you come back running straight into my arms."

"In your dreams, Dominic." I said, shaking my head. "Try to get over yourself when I'm gone."

"Try not to miss me so much."

"No promises." I heard the sound of Mom's footsteps coming up the steps. "I really have to go. Go do something useful."

"With joy, Sweetie."

I closed my eyes and let out a long breath. How he managed to make me run out of patience even across the ocean was beyond me. But damn, he did.

"Goodbye, Dominic."

"Goodbye, Abi. And remember to -"

I ended the call, cutting off whatever ridiculous thing he wanted to say and threw the phone on the bed. It landed the second the door burst open, hitting me in the head.

"Ouch!" I hissed, rubbing the back of my head.

"Honey, I'm so -"

Mom looked at me standing by the door, squinting and frowned.