GINGER
On Friday morning, I turned over and looked at my phone to see another text message from Tyce waiting for me and my stomach did a somersault.
Tyson Chicken: Hey how's your leg?
Fuck, I was in way too deep. I was trying my best to ignore him, but he definitely wasn't getting the hint, and I couldn't lie and say I wasn't having a very hard time keeping my mind off him. I moaned into my pillow. He now knew my big secret and he had to understand why we had to stay away from each other, right? I mean, this was clearly a one-way street to heartbreak.
My phone pinged again.
Tyson Chicken: In case you forgot you're due for your next shot today. Do you need a ride?
I moaned again. He was right. I could probably just ask to borrow the family car and go myself without him. But something
