Insomnia

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Evie wakes in a heated sweat, still intoxicated by the residual effects of her dream. That one kiss had evidently ignited something in her brain.

She was still drunk, as well. She had tried many things in effort to get the dreams to stop. To stop thinking about him when he was no fucking good for her. Maddox. Maddox was the man she needed to fall in love with. Maddox, with his sweet southern charm and damaged heart, was the one she should be in love with.

Evie picks up her phone, scrolling through her contacts. She stops at the Cs, as she has for the last several nights, but hasn't been nearly brazen enough to actually tap the contact. He's probably changed his number by now anyway. She rationalizes. He won't respond, he has a wife. Evie dreams up more reasons as to why he wouldn't pick up. And then the last, and most painful reason: He doesn't love you.

Evie suddenly opens the contact, and hovers her finger over the call button.

She presses it. The phone rings. The number's not disconnected. Crap. Crap. Sh*t. F*ck. Ahh!

"Hello?" A tired voice on the other end answers.

Evie tries not to squeak.

"Hello? Don't f*ck with me, I can kill you with the snap of my fi-"

"Hi." She murmurs meekly.

"Evie?" Disbelief rings throughout his quiet voice.

Evie lands back on her bed with a squeak. "Yes, hi Cade." She giggles. "I can't believe I actually did that LOL."

"L-O-L? What're you, drunk? Why did you call me, Evie?" He asks.

"I am quite drunk." Evie plays with her hair, sprawled out on top of her comforter.

"Why did you call me?" He repeats.

"Because I'm drunk," she murmurs, "and you infiltrated my mind, you dirty bastard."

"Are you at home? Are you safe?" He asks.

"Yup, I'm in my a-part-ment." She drawls out the last word, emphasizing the syllables. She doesn't know why, but thinks it's funny nonetheless. "In my bed. Dreaming about stuff."

"Evie," Cade sighs heavily, "you need to hang up. Don't call me. I'm no good for you."

"I don't wanna hang up." She murmurs. "Because I keep dreaming about you, and-"

"I'm not doing this with you, Evie."

"And it's dirty, awful, naughty things." She continues, ignoring his objections because she knows if she continues along this path, he'll give in. "Things that ruin my underwear." She giggles drunkenly.

"F*ck, Evie, don't say sh*t like that."

"Why?" She purrs. "Does it make you uncomfortable? It makes me so wound up. Sometimes so much so that I have to-"

"F-f*ck Evie, don't you dare. Hang up the phone. You're going to regret this in the morning."

She could hear the resolve in his voice breaking down.

"Why don't you hang up, Carlos?" She murmurs sensually.

He goes very quiet after that comment.

"I love you Evie, that's why I'm not going to hang up."