The Feeling of Forever by Jamie Howard

Author:Jamie Howard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swerve
Published: 2017-02-07T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20: Juliet

My sneakers slammed against the treadmill, my muscles working overtime. Sweat trickled down my back and soaked through my shirt until it was sticking to me everywhere. The floor-to-ceiling windows let me look straight out onto the ocean, to the dark and stormy curl of the waves. A tiny red flag strained against its tether, its rope snapping against the pole so violently I could hear the sound from here. The clouds were so full it seemed any minute their distended bellies would brush across the water.

It’d been three weeks since I said good-bye to Felix at the airport. Three weeks of sporadic communication. Three blessed weeks of silence from my stalker. Three weeks of living in a state of perpetual jetlag. And three damn weeks of a schedule so jam-packed I actually had to put sleep on the calendar.

Although it was pretty damn hard to sleep when your body was still functioning in a different time zone. Hence the early morning workout. I pumped up the incline and pushed myself a little harder.

My phone buzzed from its perch front and center on the treadmill.

Scooping it up, I hopped off the treadmill and pulled up my new text.

Felix: Good morning, beautiful. Miss you.

We’d been trading texts for days now, just missing each other with our busy schedules. I’d had to send a handful of Sorry, just got off my plane and Sorry, I was in the middle of an interview. All in all, I was really starting to hate the word sorry.

Instead of typing up a response, I called him, plopping my butt down onto the carpet to stretch. Scratchy navy fibers brushed against the backs of my calves as I leaned over to grab my right toe.

“Hey!” Felix’s voice broke across the line. “I’m surprised you’re up.”

“Who sleeps anymore?” I switched to the other leg.

He sighed, but let it go. “So, where are you now?”

“Alabama.”

There’s a ding on his end, possibly a toaster. Or a timer. “Is that for the Maybelline commercial?”

I pressed my heels together in a butterfly stretch. “The Lancôme shoot.”

“Right. Then where to?”

“Back to LA.” If you plotted my recent trips on a map, it’d look like a kindergartner scribbled all over the country without any rhyme or reason. We’d been hopping from coast to coast, back and forth in an indiscriminate zig-zag. I wanted to blame Ally for the poor scheduling, but it was really my own fault—taking time off had made this month a giant clusterfuck.

Something crunched and I could tell he was chewing. “So, have you, uh, been paying much attention to the news lately?”

My first instinct would’ve been panic if it weren’t for the way I could actually hear him smiling. I ran a hand over my face, shaking my head. “What did I miss?”

“Our issue of Celeb! hit the stands.”

The first raindrops splattered against the window as I frowned. “And?”

“And it’s caused quite a bit of speculation.” He laughed, and the tension in my chest eased at the sound of it.

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