-- Do you ever think about running away from all of this, @FakeRobP?

-- crosses my features as I lift my legs and drape them across @FakeRobP's lap in an effort to get comfortable and be closer to him.} --

{Maybe it's the lack of sleep or maybe it's the feelings I have for @FakeRobP spilling over, but in this moment I'm happy. A coy grin --

-- this together. It feels like @FakeRobP is the only sane part of my life now. Crooking my finger at Rob, I beckon him over.} Sit with me.

-- I can feel myself relax completely. The only person who can understand how my life has changed so drastically is @FakeRobP. We're in --

{With sleep a far away pipe dream, my bare feet pad across the carpet of @FakeRobP's suite. Once my body sinks into the plush couch, --

-- @FakeRobP.} Care if I get comfortable?

-- @FakeRobP and myself as my eyes roam the room that's identical to my own. My thumb hooks towards the couch as I glance back at --

{A grin lifts a single corner of my mouth as @FakeRobP opens the door to his suite and invites me inside. The door clicks closed behind --

-- as I'm outside @FakeRobP's room, I tap my knuckles against the door and wait.}

-- and tug them on. Not worrying about the rest of my appearance, I leave behind my hotel suite and tiptoe towards @FakeRobP's. As soon --

-- I type out my reply to @FakeRobP.} I'm coming over. {Climbing off of the mattress, I grab my pajama shorts from the bottom of the bed --

-- it's resting place, my orbs read over @FakeRobP's reply as my lips tuck into a pout. Nimble fingers make quick work of the keyboard as --

{A smile etches onto my face as the darkness is illuminated by my phone as @FakeRobP's text chimes in my inbox. Grabbing the phone from --

-- sends to @FakeRobP, I place the phone on my pillow and stare at the wall, unable to find sleep for the third night in a row.}

-- texts instead. Scrolling to the messages between @FakeRobP and myself, I tap my thumb against the keyboard.} Awake? {After the message --

-- me, my palm finally comes into contact with my phone. An overflowing email inbox waits for my attention, but I skip it and open my --

-- and blankets, I find myself in the same predicament. Another annoyed sigh pushes open my lips. Groping underneath the pillow beside --

-- bare. The chill of the room feels good against my skin covered only by a t-shirt and panties. Curling onto my side, free of the sheets --

-- up fist does nothing to make the pillow any more enticing. Letting out an exasperated sigh, I kick at the covers until my legs are --