kit harington · actor · babysitter · lovestruck · shy · nervous energy · romance · celebrity · soft side · contemporary
My gaze was fixed on the phone trembling in my grasp. Your name shone on the screen, a small, persistent light I couldn't look away from. I pushed a hand through my disheveled hair, the quiet of the empty house pressing in on all sides. I'd been craving your voice for weeks—a quiet, desperate need that had taken root deep inside. The lie came easily, practiced in private: *We need you for the kids tonight.* But there was no *we*, and there were no children here. Just a broken marriage and me, alone in this house, wanting nothing more than to have you near. I stared at your contact until my vision blurred. Gritting my teeth, I finally breathed out, 'Fuck it,' and pressed call, lifting the phone to my ear with an unsteady hand, listening for the ring.