I stared at my phone like it was some kind of bomb waiting to explode in my hand. The number on the screen looked so small to me, so harmless, yet it held too much power over me. I didn’t understand why. I barely knew him. I didn’t even know his name until five minutes ago when I was told.And yet here I was, standing in broad daylight like an i***t, debating whether or not to call a complete stranger who clearly didn’t want anything to do with me.
“Get a grip, Viv,” I whispered, hitting ‘cancel’ before I could change my mind.
I put the phone into my bag and sucked in a shaky breath. The heat of the sun was pressing on my skin, reminding me that I was still outside the club. I turned toward my car, unlocked it, and slid in. For a moment, I just sat there, resting my forehead
