CHARLOTTE
“Hi, Charlotte,” Thiago’s voice echoed through the speaker as soon as I picked up the phone. “How’re you doing?” He added, and I closed my eyes as my head started to throb harder. I moved the phone away from my ears for a bit. The sound of his voice directly streaming into my ears worsened the headache, so I put the call on the speaker and dropped the phone on the bed. I closed my eyes for a moment and exhaled.
“I feel like crap,” I wanted to say, but decided against it. He didn’t need to know that, and I had no intention of giving anyone, especially him, any reason to fuss over me. I couldn’t tell him I had spent the entire day raiding the minibar, either. He’d seen the bottle of wine earlier, and that was enough; now wasn’t the time to make it a topic. “Hi, Thiago. I’ve been
