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“Don’t break my heart again, okay?”
“Zeb...” His voice shakes. “I?—”
“Good night, G.”
I hang up, and give myself to my beckoning slumber, dreaming of sweet maraschino cherries, deep sexy voices, and tattoos and ripped jeans, and I sleep like a damn baby.
CHAPTER 11
Geo
He is drunk,like you were the other night.
There’s no way he meant that like... that.
I let out a breath of my own as his words echo in my psyche.
Don’t break my heart again.
I never wanted to break anyone’s heart to begin with. My parents’, my sister’s, and certainly not his.
I think about his offer to let me stay with him. The only reason I didn’t say yes immediately was because... well, he’s drunk. I don’t want to commit to something if it’s notreallywhat he wants, and people say stuff they don’t mean all the time when they drink.
Don’t break my heart again.
I try to sleep, but it’s impossible, because I can’t get him out of my head. His bitter tone. He was mad because Ididn’tcall him.
I wanted to, but the day just... got away from me. Hours in the studio, then Kevin booked us a last minute gig onRomano, and by the time I actually got home, all I wanted to do was shower and go the fuck to sleep.
I toss and turn, flustered because I feel more awake than ever.
If he’s up, I wonder if...
I shoot a text to my sister.
You up?
I watch as the bubbles appear instantly.
Yeah, why? Everything okay?
I shake my head, tapping out my response quick.
Heard you and Zeb had quite a night.
There is a momentary pause before she responds.
Yeah, we hang out. We always have.
I bite my lip as I contemplate asking what I want, but I feel like it’s intrusive.
It could be nothing. I could be overthinking things.
I’m probably overthinking things.
But my sister has no filter when she drinks, so I know it’s the most honest answer I’m going to get.
Is he...
