Page 98 of Love Me Stalk Me

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I don't even know what I'm feeling.

Because he's right.

Because Callahan is everything Evan isn't.

Because Callahan is everything I've ever wanted, and I'm not even sure I realized it until right now. The thought hits me with surprising clarity, cutting through the lingering haze of my hangover.

I hear the chime of my phone turning back on.

I jump at the distraction, grateful for the out.

"I should check my messages," I say, already standing up. "Amanda might be worried."

I all but run into my bedroom, closing the door behind me like I can physically shut out my own humiliation. The soft click of the latch feels like the only barrier between me and a truth I'm not ready to face.

I grab my phone from where it's charging, the screen flashing a slew of missed messages.

Amanda (12:37 AM)

U alive???

Amanda (12:59 AM)

Bitch. Answer me.

Amanda (1:22 AM)

If you don't text me back I'm gonna assume Callahan murdered you with his stupidly perfect arms and hid the body.

Amanda (2:00 AM)

I swear to God if I wake up and have to read about you on the news...

I roll my eyes and fire off a quick response, thumbs tapping against the screen.

I'm alive. Just hungover as hell.

Amanda's reply is instant, my phone vibrating in my hand.

THANK GOD. I thought I was gonna have to identify you in a morgue.

I snort, shaking my head.

But before I can respond, something else pops up.

A new message.

From Caleb.

I stare at the notification for a second too long before tapping into it, my heart beating a little faster.

Caleb

Good morning, pretty girl.

Did you sleep well?

Eat breakfast. And before you even think it—coffee ≠ breakfast.

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