Page 12 of Let You Love Me

We could’ve told you that.

Unknown:

Or are you, perhaps, talking about the kind of fucked that involves a woman? You gentlemen are so quick to assume.

I frown at the number I don’t recognize. For a moment I wonder if it’s Knox, that somehow, he got a new number and infiltrated our new group chat.

The flash of fear strikes me like a lightning bolt, then quickly dissipates when I realize that can’t be right. Jace was the one that started the chat this morning, and Knox would’ve had no way of adding himself.

As if reading my thoughts, the next text comes through, and I snort.

Atlas:

Who the hell are you?

Me:

Wondering the same before I spill my guts.

Jace:

Chris, what the hell?

Chris?The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I can’t place it, so I type:

Me:

Who’s Chris?!?!?!

Unknown:

What?

Graham:

Can someone tell me what the hell is going on? Who is Chris and how is he in our group chat?

Jace:

Chris is my jackass roommate. How did you . . . wait . . .

Unknown:

Okay, so I might’ve swiped your phone off the kitchen counter this morning and added myself to the chat.

Graham:

Um . . .

Jace:

WTF? Why the hell did you do that?

Unknown:

I figured you were down a friend now, and I wanted to see what it is you’re texting your friends about all the damn time. In truth, I wanted to see if you’re bitching about me.

Jace:

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