“That was… wow.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Yeah, you could say that.” I’m completely and totally in love with this man. And it takes everything in me to not blurt it out in the post-sex haze.
THIRTY
BUSTED
ISABELLA
There’san incessant buzzing that pulls me into the land of the living. I quite literally slept like the dead last night. After all the emotional turmoil and the desperate way we fucked, my battery was drained to zero.
I blink my eyes awake to locate the source of the vibrations and deduce that it’s one of our phones. I think it’s mine? But I’m still caged into Ryan’s body with his arm banded across my stomach, his legs tangled with mine.
Just as I’m about to work myself free, it stops. I let out a sigh and settle back in. It can wait.
And then his phone starts to go.
For the second time in twenty-four hours my stomach curdles. It would have to be some sort of world ending emergency for both of our phones to be going off right now. Especially this early in the morning. Cutting my eyes over to the window, I can tell it can’t be too much later than sunrise.
“Ryan,” I whisper as I attempt to jostle him.
That only succeeds in making him grip me tighter and groan into my ear where he’s buried his face into my neck.
“Ryan,” I try again, voice louder but rough with sleep.
“Mmm? What time is it?” he mumbles, words slightly slurring together.
“I don’t know, but our phones keep going off.”
“Hm? Why?” His hold still doesn’t loosen. Pretty sure he hasn’t even opened his eyes.
I chuckle. “I don’t know. Haven’t really been able to reach for it.”
“Oh, sorry,” he apologizes as his grip finally releases enough for me to move. A glance over my shoulder shows me the pink tint of a blush coloring his face. He dips his head close for a quick kiss on my cheek before he fully lets me go.
“You texted your mom last night, right?” I ask as I roll toward my nightstand to retrieve my phone, and he does the same for his. “If you didn’t, I’m sure it’s her worried about—” My words break off as I wake my phone to see an apocalypse worth of texts, missed calls, and social media notifications, the latter of which I’ll deal with later.
There are five missed calls from Jordan, three from Liz, and about another dozen or so texts between the two of them and our group chat.
Liz
Isa?
You awake?
Jordan
isa
this is actually important
i know you were probably dicked down after playing nurse or whatever but call me!
Liz
Or me!
Literally either of us
