Page 114 of Sorrow & Strangers

“Office?” Max smirks at me, his eyes dark.

Absolutely not.

“No.”

“Why?”

I glare, throwing my sweaty towel at him. “I told you before that was the last time.”

“Sure,” he says, catching the towel easily and wiping his own brow with it.

I flip him off and walk toward the door, leaving him standing there.

“You know, you should probably have my number.”

I stop and glance back at him over my shoulder. “Why?”

“For reasons. Plus, I hate using the Nexus DMs.”

I think about it for a moment, knowing that it’s probably a bad idea to give him more access to me, but we are friends after all . . . I roll my eyes and walk back to him, holding my hand out for his phone. He smirks as he places it on my palm. I quickly type in my number, putting it under the name Your Worst Nightmare, before handing his phone back to him.

I’ve no sooner left the gym when I receive a message from him. I quickly save his number in my phone as Do Not Fuck.

Do Not Fuck

Save this number for a good time.

I roll my eyes, but the text bubbles bounce around as he starts typing again.

Do Not Fuck

Got plans tonight?

Summer

Yes.

Do Not Fuck

Doing what?

Nosey fucker.

Summer

Avoiding you.

Do Not Fuck

We can’t even hang out now?

I roll my eyes, regretting giving him my number already.

Summer

We’ve never hung out before. Why do you want to hang out now?

Do Not Fuck