15

“Declan?”

The only sound was my breathing and my feet swaying as this dreary space started to freak me out more and more.

“Declan, are you back here?”

When there was still no response, I took out my phone and turned on the flashlight, holding it up so I could see.

Our condom wrapper was on the ground, and I could pinpoint the exact place where Declan had held me against the brick building, pulling sensations out of me that I’d never felt before. But he wasn’t here, nor was he on the other side of the alley or the small walkway that had led me here.

Didn’t I tell him to wait for me?

Right here?

And not to move?

Or did I dream that?

Did I dream this whole thing?

I went to the front of the building and scanned the entrance and the sidewalk, searching for his handsome face, but there was only a bouncer and a few girls standing out here. The girls were holding each other up—a sign that they wouldn’t be the most reliable source—so I walked over to the bouncer.

“Have you seen a guy in a suit