Once I’m in my room, I slam the door shut behind me, throw myself on the bed, and grab my phone, knowing damn well I can’t resist texting her back.
Me:
It’s not a bruise. It’s proof.
I hit send, already leaning back against the headboard, kicking my feet up. I let out a breath, watching the text bubble pop up on the screen almost immediately.
Isabella:
Proof of what?
I let out a chuckle, running my hand through my hair, thinking for a second before replying.
Me:
That I was there.
I type another response, a playful grin sneaking onto my face.
Me:
Don’t hide it. Let them see who’s leaving their mark on you.
Isabella:
You’re impossible.
Me:
But you like me anyway.
Isabella:
Yeah. I do.
I grin and I can’t fight off. I’ve never had this much fun with a girl before, never wanted to be around someone like I do her. Never missed a girl like I do her.
Before I can second-guess myself, I call her.
When she picks up, her voice is breathy, clearly caught off guard. “Hey.”
My stomach does this flip, and a grin I can’t fight pulls at my lips. “Hi.” I run a hand through my hair, nerves kicking in. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to call, I just—” I hesitate, then huff out a laugh. “Actually, that’s bullshit. I did. I wanted to hear your voice.”
She laughs softly, and I can hear that smile in her voice. “I’m glad you did.”
I lean back against the headboard, the phone pressed to my ear. “Yeah?” A smile spreads across my face. “I’m glad too.”
For a second, neither of us says anything, and I exhale, rubbing a hand down my face. “Fuck, I wanna see you.”
She lets out this amused little huff, and I can practically see her raising an eyebrow. “You saw me last night. Have you already forgotten?”
A low groan rumbles in my throat. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten. I can’tstopthinking about it.”
There’s some shuffling on her end, and then the call cuts.
I pull the phone away, staring at the black screen. “What the hell?”
Did she seriously hang up on me?
