ROSALIE’s POV
“f**k!” I cursed under my breath and ran my fingers through my hair for the umpteenth time. I haven’t stopped pacing in my room since I sent that text to Theodore.
What was I even thinking?
Hi Theodore. Are you busy? Could you come back to the apartment when you have time? I’d like to talk to you about something. Privately.
The text replayed in my head, and I immediately cringed in embarrassment. I really shouldn’t have sent that. I walked over to my bed and hesitantly reached for my phone, which I’d initially thrown after I clicked the send button as I’d been too scared to see the reply. When I unlocked my phone and opened the chat with Theodore, the glaring double blue check marks that confirmed he saw my text had my heart dropping to my stomach in dismay
Great! He
