Trouble.
I waited.
Ten minutes passed.
Nothing.
My jaw tightened.
I typed again.
JAXON
You gonna ignore me now?
Not very girlfriend-like behavior, trouble.
Still nothing.
The game ended, and Jesse swore softly just as Ari launched in the air with a fist pump.
“And that's your ass, Daucett.”
“Don't forget you lost the last one.The way I see it, we're even.”
That slapped the smile right off Ari's face, a scowl taking its place.
“One last go and I'll have the winning streak.”
Now Jesse gave him a small smirk.“Let's go then.”
An hour crawled by as they played and I tried—really, I tried—to not look at the chat screen with Savannah, my message sitting there unanswered.
Now isn't the time to play games, trouble.
I ran a hand down my face and closed the chat, my thumb hovering on Nerissa’s.The right thing would’ve been to delete the photo, right?The question gave me pause and I could feel my restraint weighing thin.
Men were such weak-minded souls.
Temptation ate me alive and I gave in, opening the photo one last time.
Just once,I told myself.
The ache came back instantly—sharp, deep, all-consuming.I groaned softly and locked the screen, dropping the phone face-down on the cushion beside me like it would detonate any second.My fingers flexed and unflexed.My breathing was labored like I had just run a marathon.
“I’m an idiot,” I muttered.
But this idiot needed a distraction that Jesse and Ari weren't providing.I pulled up Benji’s contact and typed.
JAXON
I'm an idiot.
His reply came a few minutes later.
BENJI
We know this.
