The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

car wreck. Maybe he was knee deep in co-eds. Maybe he’d been abducted by aliens. Maybe I was a freaking idiot. At nearly one am my phone vibrated on the counter. My head snapped up from the kitchen table and I peeled a cupcake wrapper off the side of my face. Taking a deep breath, I got up and checked the message. BERK: I’m so fucking sorry. I had to do a thing and it went way later than I expected and I didn’t have a charger. I’ll make it up to you for sure. BERK: Some next-level making it up to you. BERK: Shit, you’re probably asleep. Sorry if I woke you. BERK: Talk tomorrow. BERK: I miss you. I smiled at the small glowing screen and climbed back into bed with my phone tucked under my pillow. Good thing I hadn’t let my imagination run wild. I hadn’t gone into a panic spiral. Well, staring at my bedroom ceiling at one am wasn’t exactly cool as a cucumber. But I drifted off to sleep, cuddled up against my pillow that still smelled like him.