Page 28 of Make You Wish You Were Dead

"What are you doing?" Andrew asks.

"Thinking."

"About?"

I stop for a second when an image of Jane pops into my head. "Some mute girl who I shouldn't be thinking about."

"Damn. Rowan Valentino is thinking about a girl. For the first time, he actually seems to be showing feelings. Weird."

"Shut the fuck up. Like you know anything about feelings or girls."

"I know what girls like."

"Sure," I roll my eyes and then look down at the car clock. It's getting late and I should go inside the house. I was going to go and get some food from the store but I'm not in the mood anymore. I just want to go in my room. "I got to go."

"So you can masturbate about a girl who you probably aren't supposed to be thinking about?"

"Goodbye, Andrew," I say before hanging up the phone.

I turn the car off and then get out.

To be honest I really just want to go to sleep but knowing that Jane talked, well yelled, at me is going to be on my mind 24/7 which is fucking frustrating.

I want her to yell again. I want to hear her voice and listen to everything she has to say.

When I get inside my room, I close the door and kick off my shoes. I take off my shirt and my pants follow. I walk inside the bathroom and take a quick shower. After I'm done, I throw sweatpants on and then get in bed.

I am about to get inside the covers and get comfortable when I hear my phone buzzing again.

God what does he want now?

I swear when I was on vacation, Andrew didn't call me this much and that's one of the main reasons why I loved it because no one could bother me.

I look at my phone and see Jane's name pop up which surprises me.

I try to ignore the way my heart starts to beat faster against my chest.

It's not a FaceTime call, just a regular phone call.

Jane has my phone number because I put it in her phone when she wasn't looking but she never messages me, but I know she knows she has it because I message her.

I hesitantly pick up my phone and answer the call before putting it to my ear.

"Jane, are you okay?"

It’s quiet for a few seconds and at first, I thought she hung up but instead I hear her soft, sensual, calm voice.

"I don't know why I can only talk to you," She confesses and I stay quiet, wanting to hear more. "I don't know why I only feel comfortable enough to talk to you."

Jane's calm, regular, everyday voice is, like I said before, sensual. Her voice leaves you wanting to hear more of it. I'm dying to hear her tell me everything and anything.

I imagine her and I talking on the phone for hours or her laughing and crying or even moaning my name.

Damnit.

I feel all of the heat in my stomach rush down to my dick as I start to think more about what she sounds like.

This girl’s voice alone can get me on my knees.