Cael stared at the blank screen of his phone like it had personally offended him.
Three days.
Three whole days and Elisa hadn't called. Hadn't texted. Hadn't even sent one of those little dot-dot-dot "typing" bubbles that gave hope before vanishing, at least then he would have a little hope that she was thinking about him.
He leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh, rubbing his palm across his face, trying to scrub away the frustration tight in his chest.
His other hand hovered over the phone again, thumb twitching to hit the call button. He stopped himself—again.
No. He couldn't.
He had told her he wouldn't pressure her.
If he called now, after saying he would give her as much time she wanted to think, it would look like he was pushing her for an answer, Like he was cornering her or manipulating her into giving an answer when she was clearly not ready.
That wasn't the man he wanted to be with her.
But gods, the silence was killing him.
