I suddenly got up, holding the phone that had been ringing. I didn't want Jayme to see the call from that troublemaker—the man who had torn my feelings apart. I didn't know where the urge came from, but I reached out my hand and let Jayme slip the sparkling gem onto my ring finger.
He pulled me into his arms, while I cursed myself for the foolishness I had done. Jayme should have known what was on my mind. Wasn't he a psychiatrist who could usually read my thoughts? Why was he silent this time? What was he planning?
"Can I go home now? I know you probably want sex, but—"
"No, Cla. I don't want that. Do you want to rest here? I promise I won't take your clothes off," he joked with a mischievous grin. I responded to his joke with a forced smile. I felt so tired. Not only because of the problems and drama that had just befallen me, but also because my body felt genuinely exhausted.
