I'm exhausted. Since our fight we haven't spoken a single word to each other. My case load has increased and I haven't had a lunch break in three days, And to top it all off I can't seem to fall asleep. Which, like everything else, is his fault. I've become so used to falling asleep with him next to me that I can't seem to do so without him. In fact I can't even stand to look at my bed and consider falling asleep alone in it. I'm thinking of crawling in bed with Lainey or Kelly. I punch my pillow and sit up in my bed, silently cursing Patrick Drake. Suddenly I hear our doorbell ring. I know Kelly's in the living room so I don't bother to get up. I'm furious with Patrick for making me mad at him. All i want to do is get up and go to Metro court and be with him, but I refuse. He's being unrealistic. Suddenly I hear a firm knock on my door. I jump up and run towards the door. Realizing I don't know who it could be. I swing open the door only to see a angry Patrick Drake.
"Look," he begins brushing past me into my room. "This doesn't mean I forgive you for scaring away my patients. This just means I need my sleep and it seems I can't sleep without you."
I can tell that he's trying hard to be mad at me, just as hard as I'm trying to be at him. But I can see his body begining to come towards mine and I fell the dark expression fade from my face.
"Truce?" I offer giving a little smile.
"Truce." He agrees giving into a smile himself.
I extend my hand towards him, he takes it and pulls me towards him. I laugh as he bends his neck to capture my mouth. I feel all my anger drain and I'm thankful. Love was so much more rewarding then anger.