Almost Yours
“Now go back to being the guy who doesn’t care.”
Dennis sat frozen on the edge of the bed, heart pounding, staring at the glowing screen.
In Willow Creek, people recognized everything.
And in London—
Rihanna would, too.
His own phone buzzed in his hand a second later.
A message request.
A screenshot.
From an unknown number.
Unknown: Is this Dennis? Thought you should see what she’s posting.
Dennis’s throat went dry.
Because for the first time since Rihanna left, the damage wasn’t private anymore.