e phone rang once.
Twice.
I let it go the third time before picking up.
“Hey,” I said.
Ethan's voice came through calm. ”You busy?” He asked.
I glanced around the empty house, “Not really.”
There was a pause from both of us.
Then, he continued, “I was already out… thought of you.”
I swallowed “Where are you?”
“Out,” on the road. “You,” he asked.
“I'm home,” I said, then soflt added, alone.
“Do you want company,” I went further.
“I'd love your company, sweetheart.”
I bit my lips hard as his calm, cold voice walked through me.
I thought about Mason, about the half-typed message I almost sent earlier. But the pull towards was impossible to ignore.
“I'll text you the address,” his voice cut through my thoughts.
“Okay,” I said. “I'll be there by ten.”
I stood there for a secon
