Chapter 81: Torture

Then my phone rings and I grab it, answering it straight away.

"Do you think I would just leave you like that?" he's chuckling. He's whispering, and I can picture him lying in bed in the next room, in nothing but his boxers.

"This is torture," I complain.

"I know baby," he whispers down the phone, "but it's only for one night."

"Not really though," I grumble. "It'll be every time we stay here."

"Not forever," he's laughing at me.

"Yes, forever," I retort. "My parents are set in their ways."

"Yes, darling love," he's definitely finding this too entertaining, "but one day you'll marry me and then they'll let me sleep next to you."

"Well... yes... I suppose they'd have to then."

"I could marry you right now if it bothers you that much that I'm not in bed next to you."

"Stop laughing at me."

"I'm not, baby." He still sounds like he's laughing at me. "I'm just as frustrated as you are. It feels like our families are doing a great job at getting in the way."