Avery woke to the sound of a phone ringing. She
cracked an eyelid open. Slivers of sunlight broke through
the blinds from the window. What time was it now?
Yawning, she reached for the phone. Lucas lay sprawled
across the bed, still asleep.
When she attempted to answer her phone and heard it
still ring, reality struck. It wasn't her phone going
off. It must be Lucas's. It laid in plain sight on top of
Lucas's pants on the floor by the bed. Avery squinted to
see the caller ID, but the number was blocked. The ringing
and blocked number only made her more curious and before
she could think things through, Avery reached for his
phone and hit the answer button. Then she freaked, not
sure what to do. She couldn't even muster up the nerve to
say hello, but the person on the other end of the phone
started talking frantically. It was a woman. Not a young
one. She sounded older.
"Lucas, are you there? Hello? Look, I know you're
mad at me, but I wanted to explain things. I know I've put
you in a horrible position. Come on, Lucas–"
Then the phone was snatched from her hands. Avery
gasped, startled. She turned to face Lucas, who put the
phone up to his ear and snapped, "I'll call you back."
After he ended the call and tossed the phone to the bed, he
shot Avery an angry look. His eyes narrowed, his lips set
into a thin line. Shit. He was mad.
"I–. I don't know what came over me. At
first, I thought it was my phone. Then I just, I wasn't
thinking. I'm sorry, Lucas."
The woman's voice on the other end of that call
echoed in Avery's mind. Who was she? Why was Lucas mad at
her? Oh, she should have never done that. Now it only
confused Avery even more.
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