At some point, I was unsure if it was directed at me or at the girls who were long gone. I got home, and collapsed on the nearest cushion. His voice interrupts my drift, demanding answers.
" What happened to your shoulder?"
" If you were kind enough to check your inbox, you would have known." I retorted, letting loose the pent-up heartache.
" Come on, Nikki. Did it occur to you that I might have left my phone behind?"
I threw my face away, unconvinced. He picked my phone, and the next few seconds, a wide grin enveloped his face.
" My forever," he mumbled, voice low, and sensual.
Too late. He has seen his number on my phone, and the tag.
I gulped down, shaking off the effect of it on my mind.
Well, it's clearly not something I wanted him to see.
I had been under the influence of
