The Writer's Love Affair

Episode 21: Late Night Conversations

Episode 21: Late Night Conversations

James' words had a motivational effect on Leslie as she became incredibly busy the following week. She threw herself into mental planning and writing those thoughts out onto pages. It was to the point where she even forgot the time of day. If her alarm hadn't gone off, indicating that it was eleven thirty, she wouldn't have known it was nighttime already.

She was smart enough to take these precautions because if she didn't, she would stay up all night.

The woman learnt the hard way about the side effects of losing sleep so she tried not to do that for her health's sake. The last time she had, her body embarrassingly crashed and ended up visiting the emergency room. Just thinking about how she functioned on only two hours of sleep every day for that week had her pitying her old self.

She deserved better.

Slipping beneath her silky sheets, she started wondering about Christopher again.

She had sent him a few messages yesterday and he still hadn't replied.

It seemed he didn't miss her like she did him.

It was crazy—the effect he had on her just by conjuring up images of him or simply recalling the sound of his voice.

All of that had her blushing thinking about the sensations they brought.

If only he could desire her half as much as she did him.

She didn't only see him as a man she liked and a mentor she has been a fan of for years, but someone with a genuine heart despite all the frost he tried to exude onto others.

Despite the acerbic outward appearance, his eyes had the warmth of a sun-kissed ocean.

Leslie longed to see them again in person.

She wanted to drop by but knew he was just as busy as she was. Plus there was a fear of her attention becoming sidetracked and she couldn't pick up where she left off on her work.

He was that dangerous.

However, her hands still found themselves holding the phone and her fingers hovered above it to send him a message.

He's probably asleep, she tried to deter herself.

But the truth of knowing how much he struggled with that task alone didn't help.

She pondered on it over and over again.

Just as she thought better against sending him another addition to the chain of the ones he still hasn't seen, they were suddenly marked with blue ticks—he's reading them.

Then her heart started a frenzy at a simple word:

Typing...

C: Are you asleep?

Oh my god, he had messaged her!

Out of his own free will.

Not missing a beat, she slapped herself for being excited about that.

Could she get any more invested?

Looking down at the message he sent, she knew she could.

Here she was assuming that he had not been thinking about her at all.

L: No, I'm wide awake!

She erased the ending, trying not to sound too desperate.

No.

She started regretting her curt answer when he failed to type something back.

Gosh, did she offend him?