Page 35 of Keep Me

My phone went off again, and my fingers gripped the countertop with enough force I expected to see cracks.

Why was it always Olana chasing me?

Where was Britt?

It’d been two months since we spoke. Since we kissed, since she came on my tongue, and I was dying to see her again, but she ghosted me. There I was thinking she innocently forgot to tell me she needed to catch an earlier flight home and things would be cool between us.

They weren’t.

She didn’t call. She didn’t text. She didn’t even post on social media. The only reason I knew she was alive was because I saw pictures of her on her brother Sam’s socials a couple of times.

That, and I might have hacked her phone to check it was still working and she hadn’t dropped it out of the plane or something.

Unfortunately for me, it was working, and there wasn’t a day she didn’t charge her battery.

How bad’s an orgasm got to be for you to ghost a guy straight after? Honestly, I might not be as experienced, but from how wet she was and the way she clenched around my fingers, I thought she was enjoying it.

“Please, just shut up for two seconds,” Jackson groused, pointing at the TV. “Hawk is about to make pitching history, and your arguing is really dampening the mood.”

“Then get out of my room, and watch it in yours,” Thea sassed back.

Jackson pursed his lips before gritting out, “Once you’re paying for it, then we can have a discussion about where I watch my TV.”

“Jackson,” Tanner warned.

“What? All I wanted to do was have a Sunday full of relaxation. Not only are you standing in front of the TV, but you’re arguing like you think it’s more interesting than the baseball game. How about this, Thea, you can have my room if it means you’ll argue in there instead? Then maybe I’ll get some peace.”

“That’d be the most action your room has seen since you moved in.”

Jackson scrunched his face. “With your brother? Gross.”

“I was referring to the yelling. I don’t know what kind of action your sick mind was referring to.”

Jackson rolled his head and glared at me with disdain. “Matty. You’ve been awfully quiet. What’s your view on this?”

I blew out a breath, trying to think of an answer that would be less rude than “I don’t care.” It wasn’t my business what sorority my teammate’s sister wanted to join, and frankly, I had more important things to worry about, like the fact that Britt wouldn’t talk to me.

“I think Thea should do whatever makes her happy.” There. That sounded okay.

When my phone buzzed again, I subconsciously looked down, reading the message.

Olana: Matty. Ignoring me is not going to make me go away. You have commitments.

I groaned, stepping back from the counter. Why wouldn’t she stop texting me? Oh, that’s right, because Olana believed she was my girlfriend. I wasn’t sure if Britt was even my friend at this point.

My phone went off again, and I closed my eyes, trying to center myself.

“Who’s texting you all the time? Britt?” Tanner asked, probably to get the spotlight off him and his sister for a few seconds. “Ouch. What was that for?”

Jackson shook his head, staring at Tanner. “Don’t mention Britt to Matty.”

“Why not? I thought they hooked up? Ouch. Dude. Stop pinching my arm. I’ve got to be able to throw a ball to be the quarterback, you know.”

Jackson shook his head, glaring at Thea. “Did you tell him?”

“Come on now, Jackson. You can’t give me that kind of tea and expect me not to tell my brother. They’re roommates, for crying out loud.”

“You’re insufferable.”

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