For a moment, I just stared at the phone screen. Seeing his call just after I woke up from such an intense dirty dream where he was doing unspeakable things to me made me feel more conscious of the call.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my phone and picked, expecting his deep British voice to shoot through my ears.
“Hello, Teyana?” The voice said. This was a feminine one, not Zayne’s. It only took me a second to realize it was Stacy.
“Stacy?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” She answered, her voice soft.
“Why are you calling with…Zayne’s phone?”
There was a tiny pause, the kind that carried tension, before she answered. “I… I had another episode last night.” Her voice was small, sober, as though she hated saying it aloud. “Zayne stayed with me. I was at his place.”
The tightness in her tone made me
