“I didn’t try to. I just don’t know if I did something wrong or why she hasn’t texted me.” I pause, playing the night over again in my head for the thousandth time. Is it because I stopped anything from happening between us? I thought it was the rightthing to do, but what if I went and fucked up any chance with her?
Maybe she realized I’m not worth it, decided I’m not worth the trouble. Sleeping together changes things whether we want it to or not. I’m decent at pretending, but maybe she isn’t.
“Just text her,” Shaw says, shaking his head at me. “It’s been what? Four days? That’s plenty of time to say something to her without being a weirdo.”
“He’s right.” Theo nods, bobbing his head eagerly. “If I were you, I’d just say something.”
“I don’t know,” I say, pursing my lips. They might be right. I’ve been letting this occupy too much space inside my brain. The worst thing that happens is she tells me to fuck off.
And then I’m fucked without my good luck charm…
“You know what figure skaters do?” A smirk breaks out across Theo’s lips as he leans closer. “They commit. You don’t. You panic.”
I groan, shoving his shoulder. “Theodore Simmons, I swear to?—”
“Shut up,” he laughs, shoving me back. “Stop dancing around and just text her already.”
I let out a breath, my chest deflating as I stand up and grab my phone. “Fine, I’ll do it.” I open our messaging thread and my stomach flips when I see her name on the screen. “Wait, she texted me earlier.”
Sunny
You looked like shit tonight.
A smile tugs on my lips. Theo rises to his feet, grabbing for my phone.
“What’d she say?” He shifts to the side of me, laughing as sees her message over my shoulder. “She’s not wrong.”
I move away from him, rolling my eyes as I type out a response.
Matteo
I know. My head’s elsewhere.
Sunny
Where’s it at?
Matteo
Your place.
Sunny
Come by tonight and get it.
My stomach flutters, my heart hammering harder.
Matteo
Yeah?
I haven’t heard from you in four days, Sunny.
Sunny
Maybe I was trying to play hard to get.
Matteo
