“I know. I know. I spoke to him yesterday, but he was so…off. He’d just had a call from the school about Sutton being in a fight, and he said he was stressed with the season starting. But it seemed like more.”
“Because you’re a Kodie Rivers expert?” Parker asks, quirking a brow.
“More than you are,” I mutter under my breath.
“They leave tomorrow morning?” she asks, changing the subject.
“Yep.”
“For two weeks?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you going to message him? Remind him of everything he’s missing back home?”
“Parker,” I groan.
“What? You know you want to.”
“Yeah but—” I slam my lips shut.
“But?”
“But he hasn’t messaged since Saturday night. He got his fill. What if he’s done?”
“Casey, that man is nowhere near done with you. He’s just freaking out. He doesn’t want to want you, but he does.”
“That’s not helpful.”
“Why isn’t it? Right now, you’re doing exactly what he wants you to do. You’re being distant and allowing him to think you’re not interested. He’s probably thinking the exact same thing you are of him. He’s probably at home right now, assuming that you’ve had your fill.”
“I haven’t,” I cry.
“You know that. I know that. But does Kodie?”
I mean, I’d like to hope so, considering how hot we are together. But then again, I did tell him that I only do one-nightstands. I promised him that I’m not a bunny who wants to trap him into something.
“Message him,” she encourages. “Let him know you’re going to miss him. Tell him you’ll be at the other end of the phone should he need to celebrate or commiserate while he’s away.”
“He’ll share a room with one of the guys. I doubt that’ll be?—’
“If he wants to sext you, he’ll find a way, Casey. He just needs to know it’s an option.”
“I don’t know.”
“I do,” she says, reaching out and snatching my cell before I have a chance to stop her.
“Parker, what the hell are you doing?” I shriek as she begins typing.
The second I lunge for her; she hops off the couch and skips to the other side of the room.
“There. Done. You can thank me later.”
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KODIE
Casey Watson: Is Sutton okay?
