Page 19 of Hearts Storm

Sunday morning I wake to the sound of buzzing coming from the night stand.

Sheets soft against my skin, I stretch and glance over at Logan. Sleeping on his stomach, one arm is loosely draped over my waist with the other tucked under his pillow.

The past couple of days have been filled with sex, food, sex and more sex. We haven’t been able to get enough of each other, talking about anything and everything, still managing to keep anything too personal off the table.

Buzz. Buzz.

My gaze flicks back to Logan, who hasn’t moved an inch, and back to the nightstand.

Buzz. Buzz.

I rub the sleep from my eyes and grab my phone, squinting at the bright screen.

My heart skips when I realize it’s not my phone.

It’s his.

The screen is lit up with a series of notifications, and before I can stop myself—before I can be a decent human being and put the damn thing back where it belongs—my traitorous eyes start to read.

JENNA

Heard you’re back in town. My bed’s been lonely without you. When are you boys gonna come break it again?

My stomach drops.

I scroll to the next. Because, unfortunately, I’ve always been a glutton for punishment.

MADDIE

It’s been too long. Free tonight? I’ll do that thing you like with my tongue.

Heat crawls up my neck, breath sticking in my throat. These are two women who have clearly had their tongues and God knows what else all over the man currently sleeping next to me.

But I can’t stop. My thumb just keeps swiping away, almost as if it has a mind of its own.

BREX

Dude. When are you coming up for air? It’s been almost 48 hours. You dead? Also, real fucked up you wouldn’t share Pretty. Selfish bastard. Call me, dick.

A fucking angel emoji? Is there some sort of inside joke I’m not privy to? Am I just another sexual conquest to be passed around?

Not that I would’ve been against it given the opportunity. But still.

My chest tightens, and I’m about to toss the phone aside when another message from yesterday catches my eye.

IZ

Love you. Miss you. Can’t wait to see you!

The room tilts.

Love you.

The words burn into my retinas, searing themselves into my brain with a white-hot intensity that makes my vision blur.

Miss you.

I read it again. And again. Because maybe I’m hallucinating. Maybe I’m still half-asleep and my brain is playing some cruel joke on me.