*Jim* Sunday. It’s finally Sunday. This week has felt like it was forty-six days long. Something is still bothering Emmy, but I’m not sure what. Since I left her Thursday morning, it’s been short text messages, and she won’t answer when I call. I haven’t heard her voice since Thursday, and it’s killing me. Fucking hell. How did I even get in this deep this quickly? I climb out of bed and into the shower, wishing she were here with me. Tonight, I remind myself, but my d**k doesn’t care. He wants her here, now. I turn the water cold, but my body is betraying me, so I give up and warm it up before taking myself in my hand. I sigh, leaning back against the wall of the shower as the water cascades down my chest. Long gone are the chiseled abs of my youth, replaced by a solid b