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Brushing back a strand of her hair, I kiss her forehead to push my luck. She murmurs something I don’t understand and wraps her arm tighter around me. More heavy breathing follows, and I know she’s out again.
It was worth a shot.
The vibrating phone starts again.
I let it ring.
The room falls quiet, but only for a moment before I hear it again.
I try to ignore it.
The last thing I want to do is move from this spot, but when the damn phone starts going off again, I carefully move out from under Claire, doing my best not to wake her. It turns out that not waking her isn’t difficult. This girl is passed the fuck out.
This better be important.
Once I’m up, I make my way to the bedroom where it all started and find my shorts. Pulling my phone out of the pocket, I check the screen.
Nothing.
No missed calls or texts. No notifications.
The buzzing starts again, so I pull my shorts on and follow the sound. Claire’s phone lights up in her beach bag. Part of me feels like I shouldn’t look, but whoever it is has called her at least three times now. I know she doesn’t have the best relationship with her parents, but what if it’s someone important?
I reach for the phone and immediately want to throw it when I see who’s calling her.
Who’s been calling her.
Garret’s fucking name lights up in big letters with a picture of the two of them together looking like the happiest of couples.
Well, she looks happy.
He looks like a fucking prick who wears pastel-colored polo shirts and too much hair gel. Claire holds the camera out with both hands, an adorable grin on her face, while he casually has his arm thrown around her shoulder. He looks like he’s more in love with himself than he is with her, and I can’t help wondering what she ever saw in him.
I stare at the phone until it stops ringing, and the missed call notification pops up on the home screen.
There’s a slew of text notifications, too.
And Claire’s settings aren’t private. I can only see part of the messages, but that’s more than enough.
Garret: Baby, I want you to feel...
Garret: You won’t regret this
Garret: I can’t wait to see you on...
Garret: I’m hard just thinking about...
My hand tightens around the phone, and for a second, I consider actually throwing it. I don’t know her passcode, but if I did, I’m not sure I’d be able to resist checking how that last message ends.
And what the hell does Garret want her to feel?
My mind comes up with plenty of answers, and I hate every single one of them. How could I have been so stupid? I let myself fall into the same trap that I swore I’d never fall into again.
I’m pissed.
Pissed at myself.
Pissed at Claire.
