Chapter 150 Seven: Loka

• I drop my phone onto my desk and run my hands through my hair. It's a habit I've formed since meeting Savannah, and it's something I need to work on. I try to give nothing away when it comes to what I feel. It works well in the courtroom, but Savannah gets me out of sorts.
• When I saw I had a missed text from her that was thirty minutes old I got worried and kept texting her. Then when I didn't get a response, I got desperate and called my plant at the shop, John, to do something about it. I got a message from him that my little sunshine was having second thoughts. Thinking I might be some kind of player or something. The thought is fucking laughable. If I'm not working I'm either in the gym working out, or in my bed alone. Sleep has been avoiding me lately because when I lie down all I can think about is Savannah. It's impossible to sleep with my body aching from head to toe. The ache harder in a couple of key places, but I can only jerk off so many times before I'm frustrated.
• I've been drowning myself in more work to try and free myself from all these overwhelming urges. It's my only option until I can have her in my arms. Permanently.