She replies within seconds.
Hannah
Hopefully you
Andrés leans forward, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Come on, man. Annalise broke your fucking heart. You’re gonna sit there and tell me seeing her again didn’t hurt?”
Ignoring him, I continue texting Hannah.
“You pretend like you don’t care,” he presses, “but I know?—”
I slam my palms against the couch cushions. “I don’t want to talk about her anymore! I just want to have a nice night with my boys,” I say, forcing a smile. “I amfine. Trust me.”
Santiago clears his throat and starts telling us a funny story about Isaiah in order to ease the tension. No one has the balls to mention Annalise again.
From the moment I enter Hannah’s apartment, she wastes no time. Dragging me to her bedroom, she gets on top of me and starts kissing me aggressively.
“I want to feel you in my mouth.” She licks the side of my neck while rubbing me through my jeans.
My phone starts buzzing. I pull it out of my pocket to silence it, but my stomach somersaults when I see who’s calling.
Annalise’s name lights up my phone. Her smiling face fills the screen, a photo I took of her on the beach, sunlight dancing on her skin. It was from our summer before college—before everything changed. I couldn’t bring myself to delete her number after we broke up.
So much for getting her off my mind tonight…
“Hey, I gotta take this call.” I gently push Hannah off of me and climb off the bed.
She stares at me in disbelief as I walk out of her bedroom.
“Monroe? Are you okay?” I ask, pressing the phone to my ear.
“Hey, Kamadooo,” she drawls.
I hear the muffled thump of music in the background—she’s definitely at the club.
“You know, I really hate yooou. But I really wanna fuuuck yooou.”
Okay—she’s plastered.
“Oh, is that so?”
“I want you to bend me ooover Veronica’s desk.”
I start imagining her bent over a desk with her skirt hiked up as I pound into her. My hands tightly grip her ass as I drive myself deeper. Her loud moans fill the?—
Shaking my head, I blow out a breath.
I need to get a hold of myself. Now isnotthe time to be having sexual fantasies about my ex.
“God, you must be hammered right now,” I say, chuckling.
“Nooo, I’m not,” she slurs.
“Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”
“Heey, yooou. Where are we?”
I hear a girl’s voice answering her in the background.
