Before I could drag myself out of bed to drown my burning face in freezing water, the screen of my phone lit up on the mattress beside me. The sudden vibration against the sheet sent a sharp jolt straight to my heart.
I grabbed it, my fingers still slightly trembling, and swiped open the notification.
Unknown Number: Morning, little wolf. Tell me you didn't sleep a wink thinking about me.
A breathless laugh almost bubbled out of my throat, but I caught it, biting down on my swollen lower lip. My skin flushed all over again, the phantom touch of his heavy hands in my dream washing over me like a hot wave. I quickly saved his contact under Ryder—adding a black heart icon that I immediately tried, and failed, to talk myself out of.
Haven: Bold of you to assume I was thinking about you at
