Ivy.It’s been three weeks, and I found myself checking my phone every minute, thinking that Noah was going to call or send a text, but he didn’t.What was going wrong with me? Why was I patiently waiting for his text?My hands wouldn’t stop moving.My thumb kept scrolling through my screen. I kept locking the screen and unlocking it again.I didn't know why I was suddenly interested in what he had to say to me.“Ivy,” Tyler called, and I shoved the phone under a dish towel so fast the corner of it poked out.Tyler stood in the doorway, his eyes already narrowed, and I knew that he caught that.He knew something was up.Oh, not again. I didn't have any explanations to give him.“Yeah?” My voice came out thin, and I pressed my lips together.“What’s with the towel? What's happening?” he asked, and I rolled my eyes.“Nothing. Just… cleaning,” I lied, and he stepped closer.“I don't buy that. You have been jumping every time your phone lights up. Who keeps texting you?” he asked.“No one
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