Today, I indulged myself, rubbing my body inside and out, enjoying the warmth and relaxation. As soon as I finished blow-drying my hair, Harry called me.
"Rosie, it's so late. Where are you? Why haven't you come back yet?" he asked, his voice muffled and a little unreal.
I was stunned and almost forgot about it. My mind raced for an excuse.
"Oh, my mother said she missed me, so I quickly bought a ticket to go home and accompany her," I replied, trying to sound casual.
Harry's voice came through the microphone, still sounding a bit distant. "Is that so? Then you should accompany my mother-in-law well!"
"You didn't tell me in advance, little rascal, I'm going to beat you up!" Harry's playful voice came through the phone.
His jokes had always been light-hearted and amusing, but tonight, they sent a shiver down my spine. I felt goosebumps spread across my skin. I managed to offer a few perfunctory responses before hanging up. The rest of the evening passed in silence, the kind of silence that felt heavier than usual.