~ Sylara POV ~
I laid on my bed, staring hard at the phone Nick had brought for me like it had magically turned into an interesting soap opera I couldn’t look away from.
I had managed to end the sick, dangerous lust we had for each other before anyone realized it was me, but lying here, I felt a hollow, aching emptiness that I couldn’t shake off.
I had blocked his number to keep him out, to seal off that part of my life, yet my heart ached with a desperate, childish wish that he would just call anyway.
I missed him.
It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, and his absence felt like a physical weight pressing against my ribs.
I tapped on his number, my heart hammering, desperate to unblock him, but I forced my hand to stop. I restrained myself, biting my lip until it stung.
I tried to
