TWENTY-EIGHT

TWENTY-EIGHT

Chewing the inside of my cheeks had become a stress reliever since Jaxon had informed me about his trip to Greece. I was starting to feel sorry for the insides of my mouth with every minute. Sleep had failed to find me and I had only drifted off into an hour's sleep before I woke up again to look around my room and sigh deeply. My mind had kept on drifting to the events of the night before and it would bring a smile to my face, only to be crumbled by the endless torture of Jaxon's departure. It did not seem like a big deal, but everything in me told me that it was a big deal.

He would only be gone for a week and if things did not go according to plan, it could be another week. I had tried to drill that idea into my mind, telling myself that everything was okay and he would come back after a week. I almost believed myself for a moment before doubt started seeping in again. What if it turned into a week and then into two and then three and before I knew it, a whole month. I