I was standing in the middle of my living room fighting with myself. My need to pick up the phone and text Colby and tell him how I felt. And my need to continue ignoring him. Texting him meant he got to me and that there were feelings there. Texting meant I was weak and not the girl who said a couple hours ago that I didn't need a man to make me happy or complete.
And then I remembered something.
This warranted a text.
Sage: You were with that guy I saw at the club. The one who asked me what my name was.
Colby: Brennen. Yeah, he's a good friend of mine.
Sage: Small world.
Colby: You're mad at me, aren't you?
I ran my hand through my hair. Of course, I was mad. But admitting it only shows him he's getting to me. Lying to him just makes this entire mess even messier.
Sage: Disappointed, Colby. Things were fun. I enjoyed our little chats. Now it's weird.
Colby: I enjoy them too. I miss you.
Sage: Ugh. When you say things like that it's hard to not like you.
Colby: Well then, I'll keep saying them. I love your eyes.
Sage: Stop it.
Colby: And those leggings. Your ass.
I groaned. The butterflies were still there.
Sage: I'm going to the opening of the restaurant I painted for in two days. I can bring a guest. It's at nine.
Colby: Are you inviting me?
Sage: You said you wanted to see my work. And you said you aren't playing any games.
Colby: Send me the details.
Put your money where your mouth is Colby.
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Number Neighbor
FanfictionI wasn't expecting it-a text from someone I'd never met. Colby Brock is my number neighbor, and we have nothing in common. After weeks of texting, we become friends, confiding our deep dark secrets and building a bond I never thought could be possib...
