Time for Max/Chloe/Safi messiness, come get your juice.
Here's an opening snippet to whet the appetite:
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"I miss you."
Safi's voice echoes down the receiver, reverberating into Max's chest.
Max closes her eyes. This isn't the first time Safi's said it in all the months Max and Chloe have been on the road, but there's something about her voice. Something about the fact that their phone calls lately have been less and less about checking in and catching up, and more and more about what lies in the silence between them every time they call now. Like all they really want to do is know that the other person is there, just out of sight on the other end.
And Safi breaks their quiet like this. With three words, half whispered.
Max rewinds. Not much, just a few seconds. Just long enough to listen to the quiet and picture Safi, imagine the expression on her face before she hears those words again.
"I miss you."
It still makes Max's breath come short somehow. She still can't help but close her eyes again, savoring the words like a caress on her skin.
"I miss you, too, Safi," Max murmurs.
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