Gray’s POV
Are you up?
I stare down at the text from Memphis, bleary-eyed and confused. What time is it? What day is it? It’s Saturday, I think. Saturday at...
That clock says 1 AM.
What’s Memphis doing texting me at 1 AM?
I sit up in my bed, rubbing my eyes, as I compose a response. I am now. You okay?
My heart starts to pound as I watch her typing bubbles appear, then disappear; appear, then disappear. Is this a booty call? If it is, I should say no, right? We’ve established that she has a complicated relationship with s*x and—
Shit. She’s calling me.
“Dude!” Devon yells from his bed on the other side of the room. “Turn that s**t off!”
I hastily answer the phone, slipping into my shoes and creeping toward the door as I whisper, “Hello?”
“s**t. Sorry. Your roommate.”
“It’s fine
