I take a deep breath to calm down before hitting the call-back button.
By the third ring, I’m angry again.
“Sawyer.” His tone is measured.
Mine is clipped. “Hey.”
Silence stretches on for several moments, and I’m becoming exasperated. “Well?”
“Well what? You’re the one trying to reach me. What do you need?”
Rising to my feet, I start to pace. “Didn’t Ash tell you? I was worried about her. I didn’t have her number or yours. I left you a note.”
“I heard.”
I jerk to a stop. “You?—?”
“War found it. Don’t go to the house again unless I’ve told you to come over.”
If spontaneous combustion were possible, I would go up in a blaze of white hot flames.
“No need to worry about that happening.” My phone case creaks in my grip. “Everagain.”
“Grand.”
Clenching my jaws, I count to three. “What I’m saying?—”
“Hey.” He cuts me off with a curt tone. “Whatever you’re planning to say, do yourself a favor and don’t. You’re already in trouble with me, little girl.”
His words have me wanting to throttle him. But his accent and dominance have me wanting tobethrottled.
Memories of Jamie’s hand on my neck while his cock drove into me spread goosebumps down my spine, lighting up places that are now very much awake—and itching to relive certain experiences.
Maybe Ash is right. Maybe Iama little psycho.
“I’m driving back,” Jamie says. “We’ll see each other tonight. Until then, behave yourself.”
My silence is half rebellion, half excitement.
“Cranberry Sauce?”
I lick my lips, knowing the cup of water by my bed won’t quench this particular thirst. “Yes?”
“I want to hear you understand me about the house.” At my continued silence he growls.“Sawyer?”
A twisted part of me likes being able to get a rise out of him. But self-preservation wins out. “Yes, I understand.” My mouth opens to explain why I felt compelled to drop by, but he’s already disconnected.
The call’s abrupt ending leaves me wondering when he’s getting back and just how he expects me to get to his place. I’m not taking the bus to that part of the waterfront after dark.
Before I can figure out this latest in a long list of conundrums, my phone buzzes.
Ash: Get down here! b4 stores close. ffs
Right. Shopping. Do I even want to do that?
Yeah, actually. I want to hang out with Ash.
Also, she’s probably the only person on campus whose personality is big enough to distract me from thinking about Jamie.
