Page 161 of Forbidden You

“I’m not sure what to tell you.” I sigh. “He was clearly drunk as fuck.”

Drunk as fuck, and losing his mind.

“What did he say?”

“That he missed me.”

Julie lets out an endearing whine.

“That he was dying.”

“What?”

“I’m not sure if he meant because he was drinking himself into a coma or because he was dying without me. Jensen pulled the phone out of his hand.”

“Wauw.”

I nod, my face still warming under the sun. “Yeah, I asked Jensen what he meant, but he didn’t know. He said he’d tell him to call me today.”

“Kayla!” Julie pushes my side, and I look up at her. “He’s thinking about you.”

“When he’s drunk as a fucking skunk, yeah. Not sure if that’s a good or a bad sign.” I drop my head back to the ground.

Trust me, I’ve gone over that very short conversation at least a hundred times between three am and six, and I still come to the same conclusion.

It was nothing more than a drunk dial, one he’ll probably regret waking up with a massive hangover today.

“Of course it’s a good sign. Drunk people speak the truth, remember?”

“Yeah, it just doesn’t mean shit when they don’t repeat the same sentiment sober. I can’t listen to drunk talk. It’s always filled with unkept promises.”

Trent used to whisper sweet words in my ear all the time when he was downing a bottle of vodka. But his toxic behavior resurfaced when the alcohol would wear out, and he returned to being the asshole I never wanted to see.

I can’t compare Bodi to Trent, because even though I’m mad at Bodi, he’s treated me like a queen for as long as we were together. If I can call it that. But it doesn’t change the fact that words spoken with an intoxicated mind might not still exist the day after.

“Maybe, but I think it says something.”

“Maybe, but so far, he hasn’t called, so there is a big chance he forgot all about it.”

“I’m pretty sure Jensen won’t let him forget. I know he and Rae are really pissed at him for the way he’s been treating you.”

I move to reply, but she holds up her hand to cut me off when my phone starts to buzz next to her. A smirk slides into place, her eyes glinting when she holds up the device and I read the name.

Bodi.

“Well, will you look at that? I guess he’s still thinking about you.”

Fuck.

My heart pounds loudly against my ribcage, my mouth growing dry.

I sit up, snatching the thing out of her hands before I take a deep breath to stay in control of the flutter in my stomach.

“Answer it!” Julie pushes.

“Okay, okay. Hello?” The palpitations of my heart make it hard to keep my voice steady.

“Hey.” The sound of his voice is painful, but it still sounds like music to my ears. Like I’m desperate for torture.

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