Like I just said something sweet.
Like she likes that I won't leave her alone.
Like she wants me here.
I swallow hard. "Go to sleep, Izzy."
She sighs, curling into her pillow.
I force myself to back out of the room.
To close the door.
To walk away from her.
I sit on the couch, drop my head back, exhale.
I need to get a grip.
She's just through that wall.
Sleeping.
Drunk and reckless, and so fucking sweet it hurts.
I let my eyes close.
My phone vibrates.
I don't even need to look.
I already know what it is.
She just messaged Caleb.
NOW CHATTING WITH CALEB
Pretty Girl
hiii
Caleb
Hi, pretty girl.
im soooooo drunkkkkk
I can tell.
no u cant
Your typing says otherwise.
ok maybe
but alsooooo i have a probem
A problem?