CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE JESS
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
JESS
I was lying in bed Monday night, wired from the day but trying to will my body to sleep, when my phone buzzed.
Trace: Did you unblock me yet?
Trace: Also, I know you did but the circumstances weren’t great so I’m pretending that this is the first time you unblocked me. Hi.
I stifled a grin, because he was right.
Me: I did.
It’d been nice seeing him on Saturday. The car ride back to the city was even nicer.
That wall I’d built against him took a hit on Saturday. A crack formed, and a piece crumbled on Sunday, and another today for the mere fact that I missed him.
It was just texting, I was telling myself.
Only texting.
My chest tightened. I knew I was lying to myself, but my resolve was starting to weaken.
Me: Why are you texting tonight?
Trace: Because I had a shitty day and a rumor got to me that your roommate moved out?
I frowned.
Me: How did you hear that?
Trace: It was a big deal at the party on Saturday. Viv told Ashton, and Ashton just told me. You okay?
Me: She’s not moved yet, but it almost doesn’t feel different. She’s gone during the night at his place anyways. I’ll have less furniture.
Trace: It’s a big change, right?
Me: It is. It’ll be fine. Kelly’s still my best friend. That won’t change. Why was your day shitty?
Trace: Family.
Me: Don’t want to talk about it?
Trace: I did. Family. That word alone signifies shitty.
I barked out a laugh before covering my mouth.
Me: I understand that mantra.
Trace: See. I knew texting you would be a good idea. I feel understood.
Me: I’m glad you feel understood.
Trace: I want to ask you what you’re wearing right now, but I’m assuming that’ll be pushing this ...
I groaned because now my body was heating up.
Me: I’ve got a gun.
Trace: You’re saying that’s all you’re wearing? Your gun? That’s hot.
Stifling another laugh, I heaved a deep breath because this was going from a bad idea to an even worse idea.
Me: That’s not what I meant, but I’m going to sleep. Good night. I’m sorry your day was shitty.
Trace: You made my night better.
Trace: Can I text tomorrow night?
I responded the next morning.
Me: Yes.