He rode with you last night, right?
Duh. Why didn’t I think of that?
Because I didn’t remember Damiengetting on the bus, much less him grabbing a hoodie because I’d fallen asleep like Sleeping Beauty.
Oh yeah…
OMG. What am I supposed to do with this?!
Wear it! Free merch! Or give it to me, I’ll wear it.
I can’t wear this! Elijah would lose his mind. I should give it back.
How would Elijah even know?
If you want to take the fun out of everything, fine, return it.
I don’t have Damien’s number.
Want me to text him for you?
I didn’t respond right away. I tapped the counter as the rational and irrational parts of my brain argued. I had no reason get Damien’s number, or even reach out to him. I should let Jade handle it. Give her the sweatshirt and be done with it. Have her figure everything out. She sees them all the time, anyway. I wouldn’t need to see him again.
But…
I pressed my lips together before pulling the fabric to my nose and inhaling. It still smelled like him.
Which only reminded me of the way my body lit up when I was near him. How every one of my hairs stood on end. The draw of his eyes. The way his lips curled when he smiled.
That unspoken connection was the one small string that tied us together. For whatever reason, I didn’t want to let that go. The sensations he evoked in me were addicting. I liked how he made me feel. Beautiful and protected. Holding his hoodiein my hand gave me an excuse to continue to flirt with temptation.
I feel responsible for it. Would you mind giving me his phone number?
This time, Jade didn’t text back right away.
Yeah, okay. I just want to make sure he doesn’t mind me sharing it. Let me ask him.
Seriously? After everything I did last night, I’mnowa threat to the rockstar and can’t have his number without his permission?
I rolled my eyes. Whatever. What a weird thing to say to your sister.
I stared at my phone. Butterflies fluttered from my stomach and up into my throat as I tapped my foot with a nervous energy.
Thankfully, it didn’t take her too long to text back.
All she texted was nine digits:
123-456-7890
Thank you!
Have fun.
What? Have fun?
Jade, what do you mean? It’s not like that.
It’s fine. He didn’t care if you had his number.
