LYRA'S POV
I lay on my bed, unable to sleep.
I couldn’t rid myself of thoughts of Jasper and what he was up to. After many failed attempts at sleeping, I picked up my phone to play music and finally called it a day.
My heart skipped when I saw several missed calls from Jack. Did something happen? I thought and quickly returned the call. He picked at the first ring.
“LyLy.” His ridiculous nickname did nothing to subdue my anxiousness. “Where have you been? Why aren’t you picking up your calls?”
I bit my lip, thinking of an excuse. “I didn’t realise my phone was ringing. Why did you call?” I said quickly, hoping he didn’t pick up my shaky voice.
Jack was silent for a beat, “We are going on a fishing trip for the weekend.” He informed me. “You should come, we leave tomorrow.”
“We?”
