As promised, I went home for the weekend. Christian, of course, didn't fail to call and remind me. Not that I had planned on skipping .
I was surprised when I saw it was Christian who came to pick me up at the airport.
Usually, Joshua did.
"Where's Joshua?" I asked, surprised.
"You're not happy to see me?" He said, squinting at me with mock offence.
"What? You didn't miss me? Not even a little?" He rolled his eyes, and the look on his face was so silly, I couldn't stop the laughter that burst out of my mouth.
"Stop." I said, lightly punching his arm. He caught my hand and held it, locking our fingers together.
Without letting go, he tugged me gently, walking fast through the terminal, and I quietly followed behind.
Had I missed him? Yes.
Would I ever admit that? Not a chance in hell.
