27: My Plus One

Fenella’s POV That night, after relaxing at the spa with aromatherapy massages, masks, and various other beauty treatments, I lay down on the bed. At exactly 8 p.m., my phone rang as a sign of incoming messages. Laird sent me a message. Seeing Laird's name on the screen of my phone, I smiled cheerfully. We have been sending messages or calling each other at night for the past week. Sometimes, even during the day, we share inspiration for our lunch. I sent photos of healthy food sold by the nearest deli from the studio, while Laird would share photos of when he ate with coworkers and clients. Then we would talk about our day. What made us laugh that day, and what things that disappointed us. I was really happy because I felt we were going back to our teenage days. Wait a minute. No. I don't want to be Laird's friend again, like we were as teenagers. What I want is for him to beg me to love him. If he really begs, maybe I'll forgive his treatment of me before. "Anyway, I seem to still ho