I was asleep when my phone rang. “What now?” I mumbled, annoyed I’d forgotten to turn off the ringer. For a second, I considered ignoring it in case it was my mother, but it was pitch black outside and she’d never called me in the middle of the night before. Sighing, I grabbed it from the nightstand and glared at it until I saw who was calling.
“Asher?” My voice was rough, and I covered the mic with my hand and cleared my throat.
“I’m sorry I woke you.”
“It’s okay.” I twisted my head to the side and took a quick glance at the time. Two A.M. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
I burrowed down in my pillow again and pulled the blanket over my head to keep the chill out.
“Did you fall back asleep?” he whispered after a few seconds of silence.
“No.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
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