Page 30 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Player

She catches me looking.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“I...”

I should probably lie.

“I might’ve been.”

She smiles.

“Creep.”

“I’ll take that.”

She stretches, yawning before tucking herself even closer against my side.

“What time is it?”

“Too early.”

“Good.”

I laugh quietly.

“You don’t have to go anywhere today?” she asks.

Practice. Film. Meetings. Reality. All of that comes tomorrow.“Nope.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” she says with a sigh.

My smile slips. Of course she does. She has to go home. Back to reality.

She notices immediately. “Are you okay?”

I hardly know what to say. So, I go with the truth. “I don’t want you to leave.”

She reaches up and brushes her fingertips across my cheek. “We’ll figure it out.”

I nod. “We will.”

“I’ve survived long-distance friendships before,” she says.

“This isn’t a friendship.”

She grins. “No. It definitely isn’t.”

Everything pretty much goes to hell forty-eight hours later.

"What the fuck?” Beau's voice echoes across the locker room.

I glance up from untaping my wrist.

He's holding his phone. Every other guy in the room suddenly reaches for theirs.

I unlock mine.

My stomach drops at the news alerts. From everywhere.