And then that motherfu.cker reached for it.
"Just let me check—"
"Are you kidding me?" I cut him off, snatching the phone from his hand and throwing it across the room.
"What the f***k?" he said, frowning at me as his eyes flickered to where I threw his phone.
"Were you seriously about to check your phone when we were about to f***k?" I asked incredulously.
"I just needed to make sure it wasn't anything important," he replied.
"What the hell could be so important right now that you would need to handle it?" I asked, my anger seeping into my words. "Waylen is with your sister. Your family is here. And you're states away from home. So what the hell is really going on? Huh?? You've been glued to your phone for the last few days; laughing and giggling and smiling like a freaking teenage
