Part 16 (2/2)
Jace Sinclair: Cause I need it.
Avery Rose: For?
Jace Sinclair: Because I want the number for the most gorgeous girl on campus, the one who makes my heart race, and also the one who traced her tongue up my ab and wrote a song about it.
Swoon! He is incredible.
Avery Rose: Well then... ask nicely.
Jace Sinclair: Avery, beautiful Rose, can I please have you number?
Avery Rose: Yes Once I send it, I fully expect him to text me. But instead, my phone starts to ring. Surprised, I read the number I expect is his and consider answering it. I should send it to voice mail just to mess with him. But I go ahead and answer it.
”h.e.l.lo?”
”Tell me that song isn't about me.” His voice is low, rough, and every bit dripping with naughty s.e.x. I close my eyes, my whole body tensing up as I grip my blanket, for what, I have no clue. Holy h.e.l.l, his voice is torture.
”No way. No comment,” I manage to say, and in return, he laughs softly.
”You're gonna make me work for it?”
”I am.”
”Good,” he says then, sending chills down my spine. ”What are you doing after your gig?”
”Probably coming home to go to bed.”
”Or, you could come out with me.”
”To?”
”A special place.”
”Your bed?”
”No, you h.o.r.n.y thing, somewhere special.”
”Fine, I'll bite-”
”Oh, thank G.o.d,” he moans and I giggle, my cheeks burning with not only embarra.s.sment but need, too.
”Goodness me. I mean, where?”
”You'll see, but you have to agree.”
”You're impossible.”
”Say yes.”
”Fine, yes.”
”Awesome, cool, so yeah.” He pauses awkwardly which I think is so stinking cute, and I'm breathless as silence comes over the line. ”So, not to sound like a complete stalker loser, like Markus has been calling me, but I've been thinking about you all day.”
Grinning, I press my lips together as giddiness washes over me. ”Really?”
”Yeah.”
”I guess I'm supposed to say the same, huh?”
”It would be nice if I wasn't the only stalker here.”
That makes me laugh, and soon he is laughing with me. ”Yeah, you're not.”
”Cool.”
”Cool.” I open my eyes, looking at the ceiling, unsure what the h.e.l.l is going on. Why are we so ridiculously cute and awkward? We had s.e.x all night and morning. I shouldn't be self-conscious, but I am. Along with giddy and unable to stop smiling. What does that even mean? ”What are you doing to me?”
I can hear his smile in his voice as it drops an octave. ”Nothing yet.”
”Jace, you know what I mean. I feel all schoolgirl-like.”
”Good, 'cause I feel like a kid going through p.u.b.erty talking to my crush.”
”So you're crus.h.i.+ng?”
”Oh, yeah. Hard.”
”How hard?” I ask to lighten the moment because he is getting deep and I can't handle it. He can't be this into me, can he? I've spent so long thinking I was nothing, but he makes me feel like something. Then I can't help but feel like I'm in deep. Which cannot happen. Not yet. I just met him. And I want fun! I don't want something serious.
”Really hard, and don't act like you aren't crus.h.i.+ng either.”
”Never said I wasn't.”
”Didn't confirm it either.”
”Well, maybe I don't word vomit like you do.”
”No, you just write hot-a.s.s songs about me to show how you feel.”
”You're full of yourself,” I accuse and he laughs.
”Fine, keep it under lock. I'll find that key.” He probably didn't mean it to be suggestive, but it is and I'm almost speechless as I bite my lip.
”I hope you do.”
”I will.”
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