I stared at it.
Too much?
Too flirty?
Not enough?
Before I could overthink it into oblivion, I hit send and tossed the phone back onto the nightstand.
Seconds ticked by.
Nothing.
Of course, nothing.
Normal people slept at this hour.
I closed my eyes, finally letting exhaustion drag at me.
My phone buzzed.
My heart leapt before I could stop it.
I grabbed it, squinting at the screen.
Kane:
I was late once. Don’t push your luck.
A smile tugged at my mouth.
Another message appeared.
Sleep, Manhattan. Big day tomorrow.
Warmth spread slowly through my chest.
Not rejection.
Not distance.
Just … patience.
Control.
Anticipation.
I set the phone down again, curling under the blankets.
Tomorrow.
And as sleep finally pulled me under, one last thought drifted lazily through my mind.
I really, really hoped tomorrow he stopped leaving.
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KANE
