For Those Who Wait, Page 2

I tossed and turned for the rest of the night. With Ben's phone number in my hand, I rolled to my back and stared at the paper in the darkness.

  Wonder if he'd be awake right now?

  No. I couldn't. He'd get pissed if I called at—I rolled over to spot the time—three in the morning. But lying there, I couldn't forget how high I felt when I kissed him. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was still in the air, high above the trees with Ben.

  I'd have to wait a few more hours to hear his voice. I turned and set the card on the side table. Leave it there. Then, I settled into sleep.