Rory’s POV
I bite down on the inside of my cheek, staring at the last message that Marcus sent me before he went silent, I assume because they were taking off, asking if he could message me later.
It’s now ‘later’ and I have been on and off staring at my screen, much too invested in waiting for the familiar ping to say that the hockey player has indeed messaged me.
‘You are being ridiculous, he didn’t actually say he would message’ I chastise myself, ‘he just asked that, if he felt like it, would I mind if he did.’
I toss my cell back onto the mattress of my bed, determined not to look at it again because Marcus Langway does not belong front and centre in my thoughts.
‘He’s probably out with the guys, partying and draped in women’ I mutter, swallowing down the twist of unease that tho
