T.T.C.L. (BW/WM) [[EDITING]]

011

Ray's pov

I drive to our spot, not too far from the diner.

I hug Sam again, I'm still finding it hard to believe she's here in my arms and not in my imagination.

We get on the hood of my car, Sam's head is on my chest and we look up at the stars, this feels so wrong, yet so right.

I know I'm engaged to Isabelle but I can't help how I feel right now, this moment... It feels just like we're back in our teen years before she moved.

"Okay, I can see the wheels turning in your head... What do you want to ask first?"

She says, with a smirk on her plump lips.

A lot of questions go through my mind all at once, but I just settle for the most occurring one.

"Why did you leave without telling me?"

"I didn't have a choice Ray... There wasn't any time to stop and think, I thought of you everyday and night."

"Thats no excuse Sam!"

I shout.

She moves from my chest and cups my cheek and we kiss for a long time.

We are interrupted by a phone vibrating... I realise it's mine and pull it out of my pocket.

Shit it's my mum, I forgot to call her.

"Hello mum."

I try to sound cheerful, giving the timing of her call.

"Hey son... Are you two settled in fine? How's isa? How's she feeling now?"

What does she mean by how's she feeling. She didn't seem sick to me.

"Yes we're settled in just fine... We met up with Rody for dinner, Isa is fine."

"Okay then I'll let you guys rest, please take care of isa, okay?"

"Yes mum, bye take care."

I didn't notice Sam had been staring at me the whole conversation with my mum.

I raise a brow,

"What?"

"Why is your mum asking after your friend?"

She says with annoyance or what I think is annoyance, clear in her voice.

"That's because we came down here together."

She nods, and shows her pearly whites.

We talk about different things, she tells me about all her modelling gigs.

By 1:00am I walk back into our room at the Inn... I notice Isabelle wrapped up on the couch.

Seems she waited up for me... Oh shit, hope she didn't call me, because after my mother's  call, I put my phone on do not disturb mode.

I pull out my phone and there are 5 missed calls - 3 from Isabelle and 2 from Rody... Shit!

I touch her forehead and she's burning up.

I lift her up and carry her bridal style to the room.

I get a small towel and douse it in cold water and place over her forehead.

She stirs and opens her eyes, that's when I notice the dried tears on her cheeks... She looks at me, stands and walks to the bathroom.

Okay now I'm officially scared... My chest tightens and my palms are clammy. I just realised I didn't even think of Isabelle my whole night out with Sam.

I messed up real bad...

She walks back to bed and looks away from me, staring at the wall.

Then she goes back to sleep... Wow! That's bad.

I change and go to bed too. I'm a shit head! A total douchebag!

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