NATHAN’S POV
You have one text message.
“Oh, great. This must be him now,” I muttered under my breath as I continued wringing the towel in my hands, dampening it just enough to put it over Alastair’s forehead.
[Assh*le] (10:36 PM, Monday)
‘hows Alastair?’
‘is she still sick?’
Of course, dipsh*t. What? You think the fever just visits you for a few minutes and then leaves like it was magic?
‘Yeah,’ I replied curtly despite the strange urge in my gut to just curse at him continuously and just make an excuse the next morning about my phone getting hacked.
My phone buzzed again and his name came on.
[Assh*le] (10:37 PM, Monday)
‘tell me if she needs anything’
‘i can come over to check on her’
“Oh, no need, asshole. My night’s already ruined as it is, seeing your face would just ruin
