“Can I have your phone?” His question caught me off guard.
Phone number.That’s right. I pulled away from him but only so far. Law’s arms tried to pull me tighter toward him before he realized I was trying to get into my bag and not leaving him.
I pulled the phone out, unlocked it, and handed it over to Law. He had one hand still on my waist, while he worked his way through my outdated smartphone. I was just hoping he wasn’t going to judge my fangirl background, which displayed my prideful house colors of blue and silver. He held the phone close to him and typed away.
“Here.” He handed me my phone back as his chimed in his pocket. “I’ll text you later with plans.”
“Excuse me?” And just like that Law let me go and started to back away, and I was grasping at what was actually happening.
“Plans. Tomorrow. You and me.” Law was walking backward, his hands pointing toward me and then back to him. He had a pep in his step, which didn’t help my confusion about what he was saying.
A date.
With Law.
“I can’t,” I shouted, and he lifted his hands to his ears and covered them.Fuck, this man.
“Can’t hear you!” he shouted louder than he needed to, and a few heads turned our way from bystanders on the street.
“Law.” My voice was stern and firm. It felt like I was scolding a child.
He took his hands off his ears, blew me a kiss, then turned around, quickly making his way in the direction we’d come from.
Who was this man?
How had my day turned into having a guy’s phone number in my phone?
His number.
I looked down at the phone in my hand and scrolled through my contacts to find him but couldn’t. I remembered the chime on his phone, so I went to the texts next to see what I could find. I almost dropped my phone when I read what was on my screen. That arrogant man, so full of himself. He had put himself into my phone, but not under Law or Lawson. No.
Future husband.
The skip in my heartbeat, though, sang louder than anything my head was trying to tell me right now. I had to say that in the short half hour I’d met Law, he had turned my world on its axis. I looked up and in the direction Law had gone and then back toward the studio. I felt a pull, and I knew it wasn’t a good one because right now I didn’t want to go into the studio. I wanted to follow Law instead.
It was with that realization I knew I was in deep trouble.
I just didn’t know how much yet.
