Page 68 of Wish You Were Mine
Though…that would just be redundant, and he’d probably only respond with a “you’re welcome” text or something impersonal like that.
What I really wanted to ask was how he’d known I’d be in Michigan this weekend. Because I was pretty sure I hadn’t mentioned anything about it.
But no. I probably shouldn’t go there either. We’d exchanged numbers for Theo’s party, and now that he’d given me those contacts, the only reason I had for texting him was technically fulfilled.
Which meant I should probably move on with my evening and get myself something to eat.
Normally, I’d grab something quick from the dining hall before coming home. But it had been such a chilly day that I’d just wanted to get home and cozy as soon as possible.
Of course, that meant I still had to figure out dinner.
I considered ordering in—but when I spotted a packet of my favorite ramen in the cupboard, I smiled.
Not exactly meal plan approved, but sometimes perfection was for the birds.
I got a pot boiling, cooked the noodles, cracked in two eggs for protein, and stirred everything together. It wasn’t gourmet, but it would do.
Just as I was pouring the steaming broth into a bowl, my phone buzzed again.
Another message from Owen?
I wiped my hands and reached for it, only to see Nora’s name.
Nora: Hey, I know I said we’d watch a movie tonight, but my study group invited me to hang out, so I’m gonna do that instead, if that’s okay.
Me: No worries. Have fun.
We’d spent so much time together in the gym already today, I wasn’t bothered. Especially since she’d mentioned there was a cute guy in her study group she was hoping would ask her out.
Hopefully, there’d be sparks.
With my ramen in hand, I curled up on the couch, pulled a cozy blanket across my lap, and flicked the TV on.
I never had time to watch anything, but the newest season ofFinding Your Soulmatehad just started airing, so I pulled it up and hitplay.
Nothing like watching a good reality TV trainwreck to distract me from the fact that my own love life was just as derailed.
I settled into the cushions, took a bite of noodles, and had just started sinking into the show when my phone buzzed again.
Nora?
I glanced down, but it wasn’t Nora at all.
Theo’s friend: Hey, I know this is probably me just digging my grave even more. But I hope you aren’t weirded out that I knew about your meet in Michigan this weekend. I was just
I stared at the message, the rest of it cut off.
Was justwhat?
Looking? Curious?Secretly obsessed?
Okay, probably not that. But still?—
I bit my lip and waited.
Please send the next part. Please don’t leave me hanging.
Theo’s friend: Uh, sorry. Hit send before I meant to.
