Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I click on my own Instagram and go back to my follow requests, and right there on the top is Evan’s name. I don’t know if I should or not, but my finger has other plans, and I click confirm.
I put my phone down and turn off the nightlight I have beside my bed. My phone rings, and I see that it’s Evan.
“Hello,” I say softly.
“Does this mean we crossed a certain line?” he says, and I can see him smiling in my head.
“Don’t celebrate yet. I just accepted for now, and then tomorrow, l’ll block you,” I say, rolling my lips when I hear him scoff.
“What are you doing?” he asks, and I hear his moving around.
“I just got out of the bath, and now I’m lying in bed. You?” I ask him and hear what sounds like him getting into bed.
“I was just getting out of the shower when I got the notification.” I listen to his voice and wonder what he sleeps in. “Now, I’m sliding into bed. I have to be at the rink at nine for practice.”
“You should get to bed,” I tell him, looking at the clock.
“Have you thought about it?” he asks his voice soft, and I close my eyes, imagining him here. “Come visit me, sweet Zara.”
“I’ll think about it,” I tell him, “but I’ll let you go for now so you can get some sleep.”
“Sweet dreams, sweet Zara,” he says barely above a whisper.
“Night,” I say and hang up before I shout that I’ll come to the game, and I’ll come to his house. I’ll give him anything he wants. What the hell is happening to me? I am never ever like this. It took Ed five dates for me to miss him or at least want to miss him. I raise my hand and put it to my forehead. Maybe I should call Denise, Max’s sister, and see if she can check me out to see if I’m okay.
Closing my eyes, I spend the night tossing and turning. I have weird, vivid dreams that Evan is here or I’m somewhere with a huge ass lawn. It is so weird that when my alarm rings at eight, I groan and press snooze. But soon, the smell of coffee lingers in the air, and I sit up in bed, the covers falling off my naked body.
“Hello?” I shout.
“Seriously?” Zoe says as she comes up the stairs. “You hear a noise, and you shout instead of getting up and calling 911?” She comes into the room holding two cups of coffee. She is wearing yoga pants and a T-shirt with her hair tied on top of her head.
“I don’t know many burglars who come into your house and make coffee,” I tell her, sitting up and holding the blanket to my chest. “Give me,” I say, reaching out for a cup and then hearing the front door open and slam.
“I brought bagels,” Vivienne shouts, and I look at Zoe.
The door opens again, and this time, I hear more voices. “Did you just get here?”
I look at Zoe. “What’s going on?” I ask her and then hear a stampede of feet coming up the stairs.
“Hey,” Zoe says as Vivienne, Karrie, and Allison walk into the room, wearing pretty much the same as Zoe.
“I didn’t know this party was clothing optional,” Vivienne says, and I just shake my head as Allison comes to sit on the bed.
“This bed is comfy. Did you replace the mattress?” she asks me, and I look at her.
“Of course, I did,” I tell her. “I don’t know if you and Max had sex on the other one.”
“We didn’t,” she says. “He refused to come into the house in case Matthew had installed cameras.” She laughs. “But I did replace the one that Karrie had when she was living here with Matthew because, well, we all know they were doing naked Twister in that bed.” We look at Karrie who just shrugs her shoulders.
“He handcuffed me to this bed once,” she says, smiling, “for three days.” She sits on the bed also. “God, those were the days.”
Allison, Zara, and I all fake gag when we see her getting all dreamy. “What is everyone doing here?” I finally ask.
“Zoe called an emergency meeting,” Allison says, grabbing the coffee from my hand. “We had to get up at six thirty to be here. And all I heard was Max moaning since they just got home last night.”
“Okay, you get dressed,” Zoe says to me, “and we will go make breakfast.”
“Why are we having an emergency meeting?” I ask even though I shouldn’t since I know what Zoe is going to say.
“Evan came over for dinner last night,” she says, and everyone gasps.
“He flew in from Dallas to have dinner with you?” Allison asks when Vivienne starts looking around the room.