Elena POV
“ Lucas!? How did you get my phone number” I asked, a little bit surprised.
“ I have my ways”
I stared at the screen, the soft glow illuminating my furrowed brows. The f**k. This wasn’t normal. I never gave him my number. He didn’t even ask for it. How the hell did he—
“This is starting to get creepy,” I muttered under my breath.
“Creepy?” His voice hummed with amusement, as if he found the idea of unsettling me entertaining. “Come on, Elena. Don’t be so dramatic.”
I exhaled slowly, shifting on the edge of my bed “ okay, what do you want?” I asked, trying to keep the irritation from creeping into my voice.
“I wanted to talk to you” he said plainly, making doubts to invade my thoughts.
If I'm not mistaken this was an act of stalking someone because why would he call me a
