My cell buzzed against my desk, and I hated the quick fluttering inside my belly when Derek’s name lit up my screen. It had been nearly a week, six days, to be exact—not that I was counting—since I’d seen or spoken to him. I hated that I missed him. I hated even more that I’d thought about him nonstop, even though he’d acted like a dick. Derek was such an enigma. One moment, he was so charismatic and sweet, then the next, it was like something else entirely came over him.
