KILLIAN.
I'm halfway through my fourth set of push-ups when my phone buzzes against the floor beside the bed so I grab the phone, expecting some useless message from one of the guys but it's Ophelia.
SWEETLIPS: Did you find out who called me yesterday afternoon? Please tell me you did because I've been thinking about it all day and I know you told me not to worry, but I can't stop worrying.
I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand before typing.
Me: Yeah. I found out. Apparently, it's some girl who's obsessed with me. She hired someone to call and scare you into leaving me alone.
I stare at the message for a second before sending it.
It isn't exactly a lie.
Well, that's what I'm telling myself.
There are plenty of girls who are obsessed with me and there are defin
