My phone buzzed violently, against my nightstand, shattering the last few seconds of sleep I was clinging to. I groaned blindly swiping across the sheets for it with one hand and burying my face in the pillow with the other.
“What time is it…” I cracked an eye open. Pitch black.
The screen glowed:
4:35 A.M.
What the actual hell.
I finally grabbed the phone and answered, already scowling. “This better be good,” I muttered, voice gravelly. “Hello?”
“Is this Miss Jessica?” a man’s voice asked smoothly. “Jessica Thompson?”
I blinked. ‘Jessica, …. Who even is that?’
“You’ve got the wrong number, man.” I yawned into the receiver, flopping onto my side.
“The number’s correct.”
“Congrats. Still not Jessica and I don’t do prank calls. Goodbye—”
“Are you sleeping?” he cut in, as if I hadn
