My phone buzzes on the nightstand, making me sigh. I went from being blissfully without one, to rejoining the real world. Granted, it’s a new number and only my pack has the phone number, but still.
Reaching out to pick it up, I grimace that it’s officially the next day. It’s now one in the morning, and the hours slipped by me while I’ve been thinking.
Ransom
Hey, is everything okay? You feel odd.
I’m not hiding how conflicted I am, I just didn’t realize he would be able to feel it miles away from me. Our bond really is tighter than I thought it would be.
Me
I’m just being my usual self. Ya know, weighing every movement and thinking about all of the different consequences.
That’s what I do. However, I majorly fucked up with Marie and my pack. I should have thought about how my “death” would affect her. It doesn’t even matter that I didn’t have all of the information. Even if I wasn’t sure of all the moving pieces, I still could have reached out.
Now, I find myself agonizing over every single thing, and I want to kick my own ass because of it. I should be asleep instead of wondering if I should tell Ryder his daughter is not only alive, but living in Minnesota.
Fuck me. Maybe, I should have Storm keep tabs on her instead. Is that just as invasive? For someone with few morals, I find myself having too many problems based on them.
Ransom
Evasive as usual. Ya know, this isn’t sexy.
Forcing myself not to bark out a laugh, I shake my head as I stare at my phone. Is he serious right now?
Me
Most of the things I do aren’t sexy, they just are. Though, keeping people I care about safe is something I’ll always hyperfixate about.
Ransom
Ugh. I was really hoping you’d just be all growls and possessive.
Me
Blows on my knuckles. Catching feelings already. That was fast.
Ransom
Asshole.
Me
Speaking of, have Storm or Wilder bent your bratty body over and fucked yours yet?
There’s a long bout of silence, making my lips twitch in amusement as I close my eyes with a small sigh. I wasn’t sad, nope not me. I apparently just needed to flirt my way out of my head.
Who would have thought?
My phone beeps again and I open my eyes to find a text message from Wilder. Damn, apparently no one is sleeping.
Wilder
What did you tell Ransom? He’s been having trouble sleeping, and keeps rolling around in bed. It’s fucking annoying. Now, his cheeks are blood red.
For someone so big, Ransom is adorable.
Me
