Cupcake lets out a small huff, unimpressed.
I shoot her a glare. “Don’t look at me like that. This is what love looks like, okay?”
She yawns, turning away, as she continues to chew on a plush football.
I stare at my phone, thumbs hovering.
My brain’s going a thousand miles an hour, but nothing sounds good enough.
I type something, delete it, and type again.
Amelia
You have three messages to convince me why I shouldn’t block you right now. Go.
I huff out a breath, and it takes everything in me not to scream into a pillow.
Okay, Hayes.
Lock in.
Maverick
1. It’s me, duh.
2. I make a kickin’ chili
3. You secretly like me.
Dot dot dot.
No response.
Ughhhhhh.
I lean forward, my elbows resting on the kitchen island, with my phone clutched in both hands. I close my eyes and type what’s been sitting in my throat since the second she hung up on me.
Maverick
4. I can’t do this without you.
I stare at the screen, waiting for her to text me back in hyperspeed.
Still nothing.
I blow out a slow breath, setting my phone down on the quartz counter, and drag my hands down my face.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Cupcake scurries over and begins to chew on my ankle with her razor-sharp shark teeth.
“Ow, Cupcake!” I yelp, picking her up and setting her on my lap.
“You think she’ll say yes?” I ask.
Cupcake whines and gnaws on my knuckles.
“You’re no help.”
