Page 303 of Small Town Firsts

“Your phone.” I’m already over her drunken bullshit, which is unfortunate, since I only have myself to blame.

“Your voice is kind of yummy.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Be that as it may, I still need your phone.”

“Get it then.” She flops toward the door, just barely lifting her ass from the seat. “In my pocket.”

Not exactly how I imagined the next time I’d grab her ass...

I lean over the console and retrieve her phone from her back pocket, taking care not to let my hand linger. “Passcode? No, forget it. Give me your hand.”

She plops back down and rolls her head my way, flinging her arm into my lap.

“You’re a sloppy drunk, Emmalyn.”

“Am not!”

“Are, too. You went from tipsy to shitfaced in the blink of an eye.”

“Whatever.”

I press her thumb over the sensor on her screen, unlocking it. I pull up her text thread with her roommate and fire off a quick message.

Me

It’s Sterling. Emmalyn’s shitfaced. I’m taking her home with me.

Much to my surprise, she texts back instantly.

Stella

Hurt her and die.

Me

She’s in good hands.

Stella

To be determined.

By the time I close out of the thread, Emmalyn is fast asleep. Temptation sits on my chest, my fingers itching to snoop.

It’s not like she’ll ever know...

I tap out of the thread with Stella and scroll through all of her messages.

Stella

Sterling

Mommy Dearest

Gabe

Zach

Five. She has a grand total of five text threads. It’s...fuck.It’s pathetic, really. However, that doesn’t stop me from reading through them all.

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