I smirked.“You suppose?”
“Don’t push it, Cage.”
There she was.
“Sure, we can meet there.”
I swung my legs out of bed, already reaching for the jeans I’d tossed over a chair.“Send me your address.I’ll pick you up in twenty.”
“You’ll what?”
“Pick you up.Unless you can suddenly teleport yourself to the studio.”
“You don't have to do that.”
“Yes, I do.It's in the fine print of any relationship—fake or not.If we're going to the same place, and you're my girl, then you better believe I'm picking you up.”
“I—” There was a pause.“Fine.Twenty minutes.”
Then the phone clicked and seconds later, she texted me her address.It didn't come as a surprise that she lived practically five minutes from the university.I tossed the phone onto the bed and laughed under my breath.Savannah Bristow was still the same straight-and-narrow bookworm that she was in high school.
I snickered as I dragged myself to the bathroom.Even I don't really believe that.The woman I met last night was not the same girl from high school.That girl was shy, mute, and made the library her second home.She had unkempt braids, braces, and thick brown glasses, and couldn't care less about what she wore.
That was the girl I was used to.
Thiswomanwas dangerous.
Even as I dragged myself into the shower, the memory of her from last night stuck in my head—the way she’d looked when I walked into that room.Confidence and composure balanced on a knife’s edge—a woman who would make flames cower in her wake.
And that fucking dress.
It had to have been carved by the devil himself.Sure, the lavender color screamed innocence, but it clung in all the right places—sharp neckline and stopping just shy of her knees.I was playing the part well because I couldn't stop staring at her, touching her, wanting to be close to her.
That was a problem.
Three weeks—this thing would go on for three weeks, and we'd never see each other again.
I had to remember that.
And the last thing I needed was a reminder of the person who I used to be.Darkness would follow those thoughts, and I was done with fighting the demons of my past.It was time to move on.
Throwing on a white tee, ripped jeans, and my leather jacket, I grabbed my keys and my phone.
Glancing briefly at it, I shook my head as I clicked on the group chat.
ARIYO
Benji, you ass
You took my Zeno with you
BENJI
No I didn't
Ask Jax
JAXON
