บททั้งหมดของ THAI Just One Last Embrace: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

•"What? How is she?" The question made Kyle glimpse his phone's digital clock. Must be around eleven in Paris. Pretty early. Jamie was a late sleeper. He could ask her anything until he got the answers he wanted. Besides, Jamie didn't sound displeased that he'd interrupted her weeknight, giving her a call without early notice. She sounded surprised, though. "Still at it, but better now." "Oh, ermm...we haven't talked since Tues— Friday. I called her. She hasn't called or texted me," Jamie replied on the other line, her voice raspy, tired. "She okay? Can't reach her cell." "Probably off. She's sleeping," Kyle mumbled. He gripped his phone and couldn't hold in a sigh. It was more likely that Via was still too anxious, repeatedly mulling over things. He'd been trying hard the past few days but they only end up arguing when he would try to talk things out of her. It was not what he'd e

•Kyle looked up and saw Ed walking towards his car. His iPhone was in his left hand and an orange soda can was in the other. Ed's shorter bangs hid most of his forehead and the gloomy, sunless sky made his shirt look grayish. They'd just gotten back from Long Island to finish shooting the promotional videos. Now they were back at the studio, having just fetched up the photo shoot for their album art. Everyone including Jay, Via, Dan and the guys was inside the studio, too busy going over everything, polishing up the bits and pieces. When his headache had begun teaming up with a nasty cough, Kyle had excused himself and told them he'd just be taking a five. "What's cookin'?" he asked as Ed was nearing his lounging spot. Ed pulled a face and hiked up his striped shirt's sleeve. "Headache again?" "What's new," he muttered. "They left yet?" "Finishing up. Jay's still arg

•At seven, they hung around and had dinner back at the lodge. The restaurant was half-full. Via sat to his left and was enjoying her soup. Ed sat next to her, and was arguing with Dan and Chris about whom the three "best of the best" discography to date belonged to. With his phone in his hand, Kyle reclined in his leather seat. He and Harriet had been exchanging text messages for the past hour. They hadn't talked in a while. As of their breakup, he didn't feel like calling her on a regular basis. She seemed too busy, anyway. They had talked five times at the least since their last date, but none of their talks lasted for more than a few minutes. Harriet was the one who texted first today. Well, nothing new about that. Though he didn't want to admit it, he missed her badly. Their relationship had been okay; nothing was that regrettable, and she was still really nice to him. They split up months before their second anniversary but

•Théo smiled and gave a faint nod once he'd glanced around, taking note of his companion's sheer enthusiasm to survey every inch of the place. As they stood by the doorway, her hand clasped his forearm in anticipation. Then she tugged him towards the pristine front room, all the while he tried to measure out the interior décor of the two-floor unit. The plush L-shaped loveseats, the big coffee table, and the jet-black consoles all over the place looked like they were fresh from the furniture store. His eyes scanned the monochromic living room and the immaculately staged dining set. He then decided that the furnishings were too modernistic for his taste. "It's nice. Very modern and clean," he commented. "Everything looks great. Charlotte's into decorating, so... Not surprising." "Really okay we're here while she's at work?" Théo asked after his cheery ex took another good look around. The

•••Oh jeez.  Veronica disguised her utter shock with a grin and tried not to gawk at the guy in front of her.  What was he doing here?  At freakin' two in the morning?A baggy striped shirt, cargo shorts, and a new pair of sneakers was all he had on. She'd worn her thickest sweatpants, a jacket over her pajama top— the space heater wasn't doing its job— and her favorite pair of 100% wool socks to keep her feet from icing over.  Her chin perched on her knuckle while she took note of his ruckled togs. "You drove alone?" At this hour?   She raised her brows at him. The guy only smiled.For the third time, Veronica checked the wall clock by the windows. It was past two in the morning. She supposed the reason he hadn't flown to Milan yet was that he still had photo shoots to finish up, so she didn't bother asking why he rebooked his