He’s not here…
I glance up at the clock. According to the board, Edward’s train arrived ten minutes ago, but I see no sign of him. He knows where to go: the photo booth by the clock, as always.
My eyes search the crowd for that familiar glimmer of copper, finding none.
Five more minutes…
Straining, I stand on tip-toe, hoping to see. It’s been so long since he was here. I ache to hold him again.
“I hate this long-distance shit,” I grumble.
Arms snake around me from behind as lips press against my cheek. “Couldn’t agree more, babe.”