Apphia

I wake up the following morning to the buzzing of a phone. I stir; my body feels like it's been run over by a truck.  

My phone buzzes again, and I reach the bedside to check it. It is a message from Jerry. They have arrived in town. I check the time; it is a quarter to ten. I stretch my limbs, noticing my mate is not in bed with me. 

I mind-link him, 'Where are you, my love?' 

'You're awake. Good morning, baby. How was your night?' I can hear the arrogance in his tone. He knows too well that we barely had any sleep because of his...