“Do you want me to come over?” I ask; because I’ll fly out of this bed and get to her place so fucking fast I’ll make her head spin. If she’s ready, if she’s in this, I’m there in seconds and hell, I’ll never leave. I’d never have to. “No.” My chest caves in. “We have to work tomorrow. Together,” she adds like that makes all the difference, and my world shatters apart. She let me get her off, but she doesn’t want me. Not really. I’m still Drew to her. “So, goodnight.” She disconnects the call and all I can think is, holy shit. Did I just mess everything up?
