My laptop slid from my lap, and then the blanket and pillow went straight to the floor as I dove to the end of the couch to reach my phone.
A new message from an unknown number.
Please be him.
I opened the message, my heart racing as I read the words on my small screen.
Unknown Number: Hey, Odette, this is Ryker. I should have messaged you days ago, but I couldn’t think of anything good to say, so I’ve been sitting on this message and am finally hitting send.
A smile broke out over my face as I hugged the phone to me, a giggle escaping.
I typed back immediately.
Odette: I was beginning to think that weekend was just something I imagined.
My finger hovered over the send button. Fuck.
Was that too cheesy?
“Press. Fucking. Send.”
“Ahhhh!” My phone went flying at Jemma’s voice behind me.
She picked up my phone from where it fell on the couch beside me and hit the send button before handing it back.
“Knock much?”
“You know I never do.” She blew a kiss to me before making her way to the loveseat across from the couch I was on. “I wanted to check on you since you’ve been holed up in here writing, justto come in and see you acting like a complete teenager over a message.”
I rolled my eyes, looking back down at my phone.
No response back yet.
“He finally messaged.”
“I can see that.”
“I wrote a lot.”
“Good.”
I tilted my head to the side at Jemma’s responses.
“What’s going on?”
She took a deep breath and then finally looked my way.
“I’m happy to see you like this; giddy and getting your groove back with writing, but fuck.” Both of her hands rubbed over her face before she continued. “I wish it hadn’t been Ryker. Who is best friends with Beckett.”
The smile I had moments ago is gone now.
“You’re not telling me a lot when it comes to you and Beckett.”
“I know,” Jemma took another deep breath. “It’s not fair to you that I feel this way; I just didn’t expect to have Beckett come back into my life like this.”
My phone buzzed in my hand, but I didn’t pay attention to it.
“Tell me more about you and Beckett.”
