EVE
"I got your roses," I said, trying to sound casual when my voice was anything but. The truth? Just hearing him pick up the phone had already turned me into some ridiculous puddle. My heart was racing like I'd just sprinted across town, palms damp, throat tight. Why did he have that effect on me? It wasn't fair.
"Well, you didn't respond to my texts," he said. "And I didn't know what else to do, so I reached out to you that way. It was stupid, I know."
There was a pause on the other end, long enough that I had to check if the call had dropped. And then—his voice. Low, deep, and rough in a way that curled straight down my spine. "Where are you?"
That simple question made my stomach flip. Like he wasn't just asking my location, but demanding it, claiming it. My voice wobbled
