I needed to talk to him.
Like, now.
This wasn’t something I could just sit on and pretend it wasn’t clawing at my brain. If Ethan really did what I think he did, I had to know. I had to hear it from him, see the look on his face when I asked.
But then I froze.
Because I realized something very, very important.
I didn’t have his number.
Shit.
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. How the hell had I spent this much time around him and never thought to ask for his contact? I mean, sure, I had spent most of that time either avoiding him, yelling at him, or questioning my entire existence because of him, but still. Still.
I paced my room, muttering under my breath. How was I supposed to find him? It wasn’t like I could just summon him. He wasn’t a damn genie.
Or… maybe he wa
