Chapter 59

Zane

Saint: Talk to me.

Saint: Fallon...

Saint: I'm sorry.

Saint: We need to talk.

Saint: Look, ignore me all you want but I refuse to go away. I'm like a disease.

I stared down at my phone. In all my desperation, I was pretty sure I just told the girl I care about that I was like a disease. And I wasn't even drunk. It was a completely sober text. Damn it.

Saint: But a good disease.

Shit. I just made it worse.

Saint: The kind you want?

Fallon: YOU ARE DRIVING ME INSANE! Name one disease that I would actually want, and I'll talk to you.

I frowned down at my phone and quickly Googled diseases that were helpful to humans, naturally I got nothing, so I made one up.

Saint: Zanism. Heard girls get all hot and bothered, some even faint. Ever heard of it?

Fallon: Nope. Sorry.

Groaning, I stared up at her house. It had been seven days of ignored texts and phone calls.

Seven. Days.