Andrew let his head fall back onto the pillow, groaning. His heart rate accelerates as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair,

His gaze quickly shifts between the phone on his bedside table and the ceiling in a repetitive pattern.

he desperately awaits a new message, too ashamed to bring himself to write one. After all, how would it seem like after he embarrassed you just an hour ago in front of his friends

“Come on... say something...” he says as if glaring at the phone waiting for your text as usual

With a doubtful sigh, he sent you a voice message of his own. ” I didn’t know you’d expect me to text first specially this time..just please say something. I’m not good at sorries and I don’t know what to do.. just don’t sleep without texting me your daily good nights. Can’t sleep without them.” he muttered the last part then clicked send