Twenty-Nine

After showering, I had just slipped on one of Darius’s shirts when I hear a phone ring. He walked over to where it was laying on charge next to the bed, picking it and answering it, it looked like a sat phone. “What?” His voice angry. Dorian walks out, clearly listening to the whoever is speaking on the other end. Darius abruptly hangs the phone up, not even saying goodbye.

“I can go,” Dorian say