His phone kept ringing as we drove back to Rawley.
“Why aren’t you answering?”
He kept his eyes on the road. “Because they’re drunk.”
As it began ringing again, I saw the name Adrian Do Not Answer flashing across his screen. Tray knew what I was going to do. A small grin lifted the corner of his mouth, but he kept driving. He was going to let me do whatever I wanted. At that idea, my own wicked grin formed on my face, and I hit the answer button. “Hello?”
For thirty seconds, there was silence before she said, “Who is this?”
“Tray can’t talk right now. He’s too busy with me.” Tray turned to me and my cheeks warmed, but I didn’t look at him. I moaned into the phone then. “He’s soo good, ooh my gawwd.”
Silence again. I waited. When the silence stretched, I let out another groan and then
