Yeah, we definitely need to practice this one-on-one.
7 | That Was The Last Straw
Savannah
Thelibrarywastheone place on campus where silence felt like a companion instead of a punishment.
Late afternoon light spilled through the tall windows in soft, patient beams, turning the dust in the air into floating constellations.Law textbooks towered around me like architectural ruins, and I sat hunched over my white-collar case study, dissecting fraudulent intent like it could somehow give me clarity on my own life.
I'd reread the same paragraph five times now, but my mind refused to concentrate.My pen tapped against the page, tapping out the same restless rhythm pulsing behind my ribs.
Come on, Savannah, focus.Get it together.Get it—
My phone buzzed, and there was a flutter in my stomach when I saw his name splayed across the screen.
JAXON CAGE
Of course.As if I need any more distractions,I thought as I exhaled and rolled my shoulders back.
JAXON
Trouble, what are you up to?
I looked at the message for a few minutes, half debating if I should reply or not.
But I also had a feeling if I didn't respond, he'd keep messaging until I did.
SAVANNAH
Studying.
Don’t you have something better to do than bother me?
JAXON
Nope.
Annoying you seems to be my favorite pastime now.
Where are you?
My right eye twitched.
SAVANNAH
Campus library.
JAXON
Of course you are.
Don't you ever do anything else?
I stared at the screen—at the audacity of this man—with a deep scowl.He kept giving me reasons not to want to continue with this little arrangement.
SAVANNAH
I do plenty!
