Last night had been like coming home. Only to a home they hadn't known before, or hadn't even been able to imagine daydreaming. Not that it was flawless. Even last night they'd had a fight. Well, more of an argument, a lover's tiff, and it was really just because they were both going out of their way to make the other one comfortable. Apparently there is such a thing as overpoliteness.
But then, the serenity. The feeling of happiness just filling the room, even when noone spoke. The magic of touch, even just of a fingertip. The love in their eyes...
Tom started out to tell his parents about last night, but before he got that far (getting a word in edgewise wasn't all that simple) the phone rang. His phone. He'd put it in silent mode before dinner, he knew he had. And the only exception to that silence would be ... he looked at the small screen. The name was familiar and made him smile. He flipped the phone open, but his radiant 'hi' was met with a strange voice. A stranger's voice. He felt himself go cold.
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