Kian was gone for an hour when my phone started ringing. I moved to the couch earlier and grabbed a blanket. My phone was next to me on the nightstand, and I grabbed it, bringing it to my ear.
I hit the Answer key. “Hello?”
“Dude, where are you?”
It was Erica.
I yawned into the phone. “What time is it?”
“It’s one in the freaking morning.”
“It is?” I sat up on the couch and checked my phone.
She was right. Kian had been gone longer than an hour.
“I must’ve fallen asleep.”
“Yeah, about wherever you fell asleep, you need to give me an answer to give to Jake—in, like, two seconds.”
“Why?” Alarm filtered in. “Is he there?”
“Uh, yeah. He’s been going crazy since you left.”
“He called me earlier, but I told him I was fine.” I frowned, trying to remember what I had said to him. I’d bee
