Chapter Five
Jen
Ding!
Ding!
Who’s ringing a bell?
Ding!
Let me sleeeeeep…
Ding!
Ding!
“Babe. Phone.” Who was blowing up his texts at 9:00AM?
I flailed behind me to tap solid matter.
Ding!
“Hey.”
HeyDylan gasped and the bed moved. “What’s wrong?”
Ding! Ding!
“s**t. Sorry.” He rolled off, grabbed his phone from his nightstand, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
At least every rock star worth his salt had blackout curtains to accommodate their erratic schedule, so no morning light came through the window. I’d fallen asleep somewhere between five and six and I didn’t want to surface any time soon.
Incubating was tiring work even when I didn’t have insomnia.
Then my ringtone sounded. Oh God…
myOh GodI flailed to grab my phone, unplugging it from the charger in t
