Okay, so maybe he hadn't exactly expected to forget about the world and fall asleep here.
And maybe he also didn't want to escape.
There was another message from his mother which said,
'Heading out. Don't trouble your father. He'll be sleeping for a while'
Chris fumbled with his phone, nearly dropping it on his face as he tried to text with one hand.
'Won't trouble him. But would keep my eyes out. And... no fooling around happened. Thank you.'
Another buzz. This time, from Wilson. He opened it quickly.
'Hmm... someone isn't trying to call me or text or even take my calls.'
What a pest.
Another message came in.
'Rachel's asking about you.'
Rachel?
RACHEL!!!
Oh. Right.
He'd forgotten all about her.
Shit.
He shot Wilson a quick message: 'Come over this evening. We can all hang out here.'
A moment later, Wilson responded with a thumbs-up… and then a wink.
Chris groaned inwardly. Of course.
That pervert.
