Page 131 of Silver Fox Puck

I pull it away from my ear and glance at the screen. And my stomach drops.

Grant.

"Holy shit," I whisper.

"It’s him, isn’t it?"

"Yeah."

"Well, don’t just sit there—read it!"

I hesitate.

Because this is it.

Whatever happens next changes everything.

I inhale sharply, then tap the screen—

And my heart slams into my ribs.

Because the message isn’t casual.

It’s not a “Hey.”

It’s not a “We should talk.”

It’s a question.

One that makes my skin prickle and my heart race.

Come over?

I stare at my phone.

At the message.

At his name.

And my heart is doing some Olympic-level gymnastics in my chest.

Because this isn’t small talk.

This isn’t a safe, flirty, meaningless text. This is him asking. This is him wanting me there. And the worst part?

The part that should terrify me? I want to go.

"Kenzie?"

Talia’s voice snaps me back.

"Yeah?"

"Why aren’t you moving?"

I blink. Because… good question.

"I— I don’t know."

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