I looked at him, amused, signaling for him to continue.
But he couldn't say another word.
There was nothing between us anymore.
Seeing him lost for words, Jayvon pulled me closer, tightening his hold. He spoke provocatively, "What? If I'm not mistaken, she should be your ex..."
"Enough!"
I interrupted, unwilling to continue the pointless entanglement. Pretending to lean into Jayvon's chest as though I were tired, I said, "I'm tired. Let's go home."
"Okay."
Jayvon grabbed my hand, and as we were about to leave, Chandler yanked my arm hard.
He spoke slowly, his voice calm, but I heard a flicker of desperation in it.
"Are you living together?"
I smirked.
"Of course.
"We get along very well."
As expected, my phone was bombarded with messages from Chandler.
I blocked him on everything, but he kept calling me using other people's phones, determined not to stop until I answered.
When the seventy-ninth call came through, the clock on the wall pointed to 2.
It was 2 a.m.
Jayvon had long since fallen asleep. I went out to the balcony, noticing that at some point, a storm had started. Huge raindrops mixed with flashes of lightning, and thunder rolled incessantly.