CHRIS’ POV
That evening, I made a point of calling Judy before bedtime in the United States, as I had promised earlier in the day, while I was in the washroom of our campus.
Her familiar face lit up the screen, her shy smile warming my heart. She looked tired but content, her hair messy and her cheeks faintly pink.
“Hey, kitten,” I said, my voice soft.
“Hey,” she replied, her voice light but carrying a hint of sleepiness. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I said, the words laced with genuine emotion. “How was your day?”
We chatted for a while, her voice gradually growing softer as the conversation drifted. I couldn’t resist teasing her slightly, guiding her thoughts towards something more intimate.
“You look so cute right now,” I said, my tone dropping. “I bet you’d look even cut
