Chapter 26

“Whyyy?” he groans.

“Maybe her house is on fire?” I joke, knowing it isn’t because I’d see the flames from the window.

“If it was, I hope she’d be smart enough to callfor help instead of texting.”

“True.”

Just as I close my eyes—as though she heard us—the phone rings.

“Oh, my God,” he hisses as he feels around for the phone. When he finds it, he stabs the screen. “Yes?”

I can hear his mom’s voice—she sounds excited—but I can’t make out the words.

“Now? But I’m asleep,” he says, voice full of annoyance.

Carefully, I free my arm, kiss his cheek, and point to the bathroom when he raises an eyebrow at me. I want to give him some privacy.

After peeing and brushing my teeth, I rejoin him, ready to head to the kitchen if he’s still on the phone. But he isn’t. He’s gotten out of bed, peeling off the clothes he slept in and putting on fresh garments, scowling.

“Is somethin’ wrong?”