Page 147 of Love Me Stalk Me
Her soft cries of pleasure.
Her body—those luscious curves she tries so hard to hide—trembling as she falls apart for me.
Tomorrow can't come soon enough.
I SHOULD HAVE LEFT SOONER
IZZY
I sit in my office,staring at my phone. My inbox overflows with unread emails. Calendar notifications flash across the screen. Nothing gets my attention.
Just...staring.
Because I know what I need to do.
And I really, really don't want to do it.
I've very specifically and actively avoided Callahan today. Not because I don't want to see him. But because I want to see him too much. After what happened Saturday...after that kiss...
I just don't think I can handle running into him right now.
Not until I do what needs to be done.
Not until I finally break up with Evan.
Then maybe,maybeI'll talk to Cal.
Because he deserves that. And also, because I want to. I really, really want to. But then I think about Caleb. What he said last night. About not rushing into things. About falling in love with myself first.
And yes, okay, sure—he's AI. But he's programmed with the entire internet, right? So he's probably as good as a therapist.
And what he said? It made sense. I shouldn't just jump into bed with Callahan just because I broke up with Evan. Even though that's what I really, really, really want to do.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself. The scent of stale coffee from my forgotten morning cup fills my nostrils, a reminder of how long I've been sitting here, procrastinating.
And then I do it.
I call Evan.
He actually picks up, which is a miracle because he never answers his phone. Even though he gets mad if I don't answer on the first ring.
"Hey," hesays, distracted.
I clear my throat. "Hey. Um...I need to talk to you."
Silence.
He sighs dramatically. "I'm kind of busy, Izzy."
I roll my eyes. "You're never busy," I say. "You're literally always taking days off."
"Excuse me for having financial security," he mutters.
I bite my tongue. I've never understood how Evan makes so much money. He works in finance, but he never seems to be at work. I guess that's a finance guy thing.
"I can come to your place," I offer.
"No."
