Mya:
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Worth Miller!!!
I swipe the photo open and a smile tugs at my mouth.
I see you got the food.
It takes her only seconds to reply.
Mya:
The food??? You mean the FEAST? How am I supposed to eat all of this?
I huff out a laugh, shaking my head.
I didn’t know what you liked, so I ordered the entire menu.
The three dots bounce.
Mya:
This is absurd, Worth.
Absurd? Maybe. But I picture her face lighting up in surprise when she opened the door, and I don’t regret it.
You’re welcome.
Mya:
Thank you, but I didn’t ask for this.
Her resistance is so predictable.
You didn’t have to ask. I wanted to.
Mya:
Why?
I rub the back of my neck. Hell if I know why.
I’m not sure. It felt right. Enjoy it.
Silence stretches long enough for me to check the time. Then?—
Mya:
I can’t eat all of this alone… Maybe I should call Ethan to come join me.
The phone nearly cracks in my grip.
That brat.
My jaw grinds. She’s doing this on purpose, dangling his name like bait. She wants to see me react.
I yank a shirt over my head, jump into sweatpants, and shove my feet into shoes without bothering with socks. She might be teasing, but I’m not giving her a chance to follow through.