Chapter thirteen Willow POV

I sat on my bed, staring at my phone. It practically burned in my hands as I contemplated the call I needed to make. Sloan. One name. With so many possibilities tied to it. I didn’t know what to say if he answered. Much less if he didn’t. I wanted so badly to accept him. But I was still so hurt. I think only time could heal that wound. Although only time could answer that. And it was time I felt like I didn’t have to offer. I didn’t want to stay and wait just to feel that hurt of rejection again. Sasha agreed in my mind. Howling at me to just drop the burning phone and go back to bed. He could wait another day. It wouldn’t hurt anyone. Though, what if that day made all the difference. Finally without thinking too hard, I pressed call. I immediately felt my breathing stop. Pretty sure my heart stopped too. Every ring felt like a decade. After an eternity, it picked up.

“Willow? Are you okay?” came the familiar voice that made my stomach drop. Now I was hyperventilating. I choked trying