Crossed Wires

"I guess I've stopped growing on you?"

How many times had she read and re-read that question, and checked and re-checked the answer she sent him back as soon as she received it?  It had been four days, and he had not come back to see what she had said in response, or even if she had.  Had she been reading him wrong?  Had she misunderstood the phone number in his message, and the request for her to call so he could give her "something to make her sleep sweeter"? That thought had warmed her when she'd read it, and even though she hadn't called, he had returned to tease a smile from her in the days that followed.

Then, when she had not been able to answer his last e-mail immediately, he had sent her that cryptic question, making a reference to what she had said to him when they had first met and he had been doing his best to seduce her.  Maybe she had taken playing hard to get too far? Maybe she should have let him know sooner that she was game for the next phase? Maybe...

She shut down the laptop, and grabbed her coat.  Maybe a brisk walk would clear her head, and take away the pain she felt waiting to punch her in the gut.  

Rushing out the door, she didn't hear the phone ring...