Date: 10/8/2018, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Saucymh, Source: LushStories
Lucy opened the paperback a little wider and tilted it towards the light, but she read only one paragraph before dropping the book into her lap. Sighing, she rubbed her eyes. "I shouldn't be reading," she muttered. "I have to work." Placing the book on her desk, she looked at the laptop in front of her; lid open, screensaver patterns zig-zagging across its face. She jiggled her finger on the tracker pad, watching the screen wake up, revealing neat rows of words. Positioning her hands over the keyboard, she willed herself to type. Nothing happened. Her hands simply hovered, never touching the keys. Lucy, slumping, blew air through her teeth. She'd picked up the book because she was restless – but if she couldn't muster enough concentration to read, what chance did she have with writing? None, dammit. She folded her arms, her gaze flitting to the phone sitting atop her Oxford Dictionary. She hesitated, hands twitching, then lunged, snatching up the phone like a cat seizing a mouse. She peered anxiously at the screen. No missed calls, no messages . "Damn you," she said through clenched teeth. Turning her wrist, she checked her watch. Fifty-two minutes since Pete had walked out, fifty-one minutes since she'd sent the first text, forty-one since the second and nineteen since the third. All three texts were listed as 'read' and enough time had passed for Pete to collect his thoughts. "Come on, Pete, reply." Lucy closed her hand around the phone, debating her next move. Send ...