Chapter Fifteen
The text comes four hours, twenty-six minutes, and fourteen seconds later. Not that I was counting.
M: 835 W. 11th
My jaw swings open as I stare at the address. I’ve never been on the receiving end of a booty call, but clearly, that’s what it is. I have half a mind to ignore it, but my c**k has other ideas. I wait five minutes before typing a reply.
A: I assume this is where you live?
M: :)
Unfuckingbelievable. I briefly consider walking across the hall and showing this to Declan, but I’m fairly sure he’s sexting with the blonde from the wedding. We’re staying across the hall from each other, yet we’ve been like ships passing in the night. I’m sure Jason orchestrated it that way, but I also know for a fact that Declan has spent a total of two nights here since we arri
