Page 32 of A Pretty Fixation

I rake my fingers through my hair. “I’m startingto think so.”

A smile stretches her pink lips. “What’s your guttelling you to do right now?”

“Text him,” I answer fast.

She clicks her tongue. “Then do it, JD. Just doit.”

“Shit.” I cave and take my phone out, textingCaleb without any hesitation.

I thoughtyou said you

wouldn’tleave me alone.

Youchanged your mind pretty fast.

Nervous, I bite my bottom lip while fidgeting inthe spot. I jump when the phone buzzes in my hand.

“Did he reply?” Scarlett blurts, sounding asexcited as I feel.

“What the hell,” I gasp after reading Caleb’stext.

Ittook you two days to give in.

Nowthat’s fast.

Missthe chase, don’t you?

“The fuck.” It was a game.

Caleb hadn’t given up. He was messing with me.

As relieved as I am, I’m also furious that he leftme feeling so messed up.

“What is it?” Scarlett asks.

“I fell for his twisted game,” I grate.

Another text comes in, and it increases my heartrate.

Meetme at my car in 10.

Annoyed that he was playing around with me, I texthim back a short and impactful reply.

NO!

But the desire is too strong.

The urge to be near him is like a forcefielddrawing me from miles away.

Oh fuck.

Arms tightly folded at my stomach, I walk to thestudent parking, shivering when I glimpse Caleb.

My heart flutters, and I’m mad at myself forhaving no control.

Caleb straightens from the car when he sees me andpulls his mouth into a pleased half-smile.

Stopping a few inches from him, I ask in anannoyed tone, “What do you want?”

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