“How many fans are you talking to?” Jasper gets up from the floor, bracing himself against the wall while he pulls out his phone. The motion of standing sends a wave through Jasper that he takes soothing breaths to contain.
Ryan looks at his feet. “Only one, and she hasn’t spoken to me since last night. I got one message just after midnight telling me she wished I hadn’t run off. But I didn’t run off on her. She ran off on me after we kissed.”
Jasper sighs as he walks over to Ryan, his head pounding with more than a hangover. It’s not last night’s beverages rising through him now, but it is still regret. “You didn’t kiss the person you’ve been talking to.”
“I recognized her from the profile pic—”
Jasper steps forward and shows Ryan his phone. “Ryan, this is who you’re talking about, ri
