My heart skips as I unlock my phone, Face ID registering in an instant.
The message comes into full view.
"Genevieve, I’m so sorry I missed you. I had no idea what day you were leaving. I’d love to call you tonight if I can?"
The message was sent twelve minutes ago.
Twelve minutes of this message on my phone and I didn’t notice it because stupid Professor O’Gwen can’t handle a stupid phone notification going off.
Unbelievable.
Once again, I’m at a loss for words.
Guilt crashes over me, heavy and sudden.
Ihatethe way I left him. The way I just disappeared without a real goodbye.
But that’s the only way I know how to end things—leave and avoid.
What do I even say? How do I respond without sounding like a complete asshole?
"I’m sorry, Aspen. I thought it’d be easier if we just forgot about each other since we don’t really have a chance."
No.Waytoo harsh, that makes me sound like a monster.
Or like I thought he was interested.
Instead, I type:
"Aspen, I’m so sorry I left without warning! I would love to talk tonight. Call me whenever."
That makes me sound less like a bitch. Then, before I can overthink it, I press send.
Relief washes over me. Now, all that’s left to do is wait.
Four agonizing hours have passed. I’ve watched way too many episodes ofSex In The City, mindlessly staring at my laptop, and devoured three—maybe four—sushi rolls from my favorite spot, Seito Sushi.
Now, I just feel gross. Tired. Restless.
Even though I’ve donenothing, all I want is to hear Aspen’s voice.
As I’m waiting for my sushi to settle, my phonefinallyrings.
Aspen!
I cranked the volume up earlier just to make sure I wouldn’t miss this call.
I scramble to find it, shaking my silk comforter in every direction, hoping my phone will fall out.
I must look like a complete idiot—feellike one too—fawning over a guy like this, but I don’t care.
My phone tumbles to the floor and Idivefor it, snatching it up just before the ringing stops.
I take a deep breath and collect my thoughts. "Cool, Genevieve,be cool," I whisper to myself, then I hitaccept.
"Hey!" I say a little too cheerfully, normal people don’t sound like this. I need to dial it down.
"Genevieve? How are you doing? When did you get home?" He asks, his voice laced with concern.
