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She leaned close, whispering, “My place?”
I nodded and texted Jake, then headed to her apartment, where we quickly ended up against the wall, kissing. After a while, I looked down at her, noticing the hint of red around her eyes. I chuckled softly, “Eliza, I think you’ve got to work on your endurance.”
A lesson learned: teasing
can backfire.
I didn’t know how I fell asleep, just that when I drifted off, Eliza was still awake. I woke up late the next day, my phone ringing. Without even checking who it was, I picked up. On the other end was Rena’s voice, dripping with sarcasm. “Didn’t you say you’d never see me again? Why are you still harassing Grant?”
Hearing her voice jolted me awake. “What did you just say?” I growled, my voice rough.
Right then, Eliza handed me a glass of water, smiling. “My bad, I had no self–control last night.”
Rena, overhearing her, fell silent before her voice turned shrill. “Who are you with, Tyler?”
I snapped, “None of your business,” and hung up.
On her end, Rena’s friends egged her on. “Wow, he hung up on you? First time
ever, Rena.”
“Come on, don’t worry. Tyler’s definitely just playing hard–to–get,” they told her, each chiming in with some scheme, convinced this was a
to make her chase me.