We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
Ernest Hemingway
I'm almost asleep when my phone begins to ring and I check it and see it's an unknown ID calling. I'm indecisive about picking at first then pick up ignoring the voices going to worse case scenario in my head.
"Hello?"
There comes no reply.
"Who's this? Is someone there?" I have no idea why I'm asking. Normally, after the silence that accompanied my first hello, I'll leave the call on and go to sleep just to help the caller realise their mistake and stupidity and I'm about to do just that.
"Mi gatito." Comes the voice I know too well now and he says it as hoarse and as seducing as ever.
Oh s**t this isn't going to end well.
Do I even have the ri
