The Best Bad Boy (Chapter Five)
I held the phone in my hand. Did he really want me to call? What was he doing? I glanced at the paper so many times the number was burned into my mind. I could call let him know I was safe and wish him a good night. Simple, no strings, casual. He was a player. He was gorgeous. There was no reason to call. He would be fine without me. If I did, what did he expect? If I set down the phone and just went to bed, would he worry? Would it be rude not to call? If I didn't dial I would never know. Maybe it would be best not to know. One night of holding hands, of feeling important to someone, it was too much. I was addicted. I should stop before it went any further before I could know what more I would be missing. "You will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did," Samuel Clemens' ghost chimed in my head. He was right. I would regret it more if I didn't call. I held my breath and dialed. Lee picked up on the first ring. ...