Page 13 of Let You Love Me

I have far better things to talk about than you. Trust me.

Unknown:

Well, I’m here now. Might as well stay. Carry on . . .

I drag a hand down my face.

Me:

Okay, I don’t have time for this. For the sake of brevity and so I don’t have to referee whatever kind of catfight you two are about to have, I’m adding Chris to my contacts.

Atlas:

Seriously? We’re doing this?

Jace:

Chris is cool. Sometimes.

Unknown:

YES!!!

Jace:

But you’re banished from my phone. I’m changing the security code right now and I don’t even WANT to know how you knew what it was.

I quickly tap on the unknown number and add Chris’s name in my contacts, then return to the texts.

Me:

Anyway, can we get back to my problems? I don’t even remember where we were.

Chris:

The guys assumed you’re just fucked in the head, but I, on the other hand, was giving you the benefit of the doubt and thought maybe you got your dick wet.

This guy . . .

I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to focus my thoughts.

Me:

Right. Well, I did happen to meet someone today, but that’s not what this is about.

Jace:

Seriously? It’s about damn time. How hot is she?

Me:

Hot.

Graham:

Like Merry Beth Mayweather hot?

My lips quirk at the name of the British exchange student that I’d been obsessed with as a freshman in high school.

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