JJ couldn’t sleep. His gut was tearing him up. Gina was sleeping in his bed and he didn’t want to be near her. He didn’t want to touch her. He was disgusted with himself and with her. How could he have done that? He knew he should have followed his first mind and closed the door when he saw Gina. Shit.
He turned the television on and walked around and picked up Gina’s clothes. He put them, along with her purse in one of the chairs, sat down and put his head in his hands. He looked at the time. 11:45pm. He decided to call Mia. He figured he could tell her he’d worked out and then watched the games which is why he didn’t call her earlier. That wouldn’t be too far from the truth to where it could be believable.
He went to the kitchen and dialed Mia’s number and got her voicemail. “Hey baby, it’s me. I know you’re asleep, I went to the gym and when I got home I watched the basketball game. I just wanted to call and tell you I love you. I’m sorry how things have been lately and maybe tomorrow we can sit down and we’ll talk about everything you want to talk about. I’m sorry Mia. I miss you. I can’t imagine my life without you.” And then he hung up the phone and poured himself a glass of water.
Gina, who was standing at the top of the stairs listening to him, set her jaw, turned on her heel and went back to bed curled up in a fetal position.
