Andrew’s POV
I sat at the head of the long table, the voices of my gang members buzzing around me like background noise. Ryan was rambling about turf boundaries or whatever, but I couldn’t care less. All I could think about was Katherine.
The sound of her voice, the way her body reacted to my touch… it kept replaying in my head like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I clenched my jaw, gripping the edge of the table, forcing myself not to let my mind drift any further. This meeting was dragging, and I didn’t want to be here—I wanted her.
Without thinking twice, I pulled out my phone and opened her contact—saved as Wifey. Stupid, cheesy name. Cringe, even. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to change it.
I typed: What are you doing?
Her reply came almost instantly: Just laying down.
I smirked.
