After I finished breakfast, I returned to my room to change. My phone died overnight. As I plugged it up and turned it on, Matt’s message appeared in my notifications.
He’d left early that morning to handle some business and warned me about the maid he’d left to look after me, telling me to ask her for anything I needed.
I was glad to hear that he would be out for the day. I needed time away from him to think and plan.
I hummed and considered what to say to reply. I needed to figure out how long he’d be gone.
You missed my gourmet breakfast. :P
It seemed a bit too playful, but I knew most men liked that sort of thing. I expected a reply within a few minutes, but Matt said nothing. It was possible that he had nothing to say or didn’t like to text, but something told me that wasn’t t
