A Second Shot at Love — Episode 9

But I'll hand my phone to you Could I get your contact information miss I had barely taken Dylan's phone when chase snatched it What the hell are you doing? you know she's supposed to be he cut himself off mid-sentence supposed to be what go on

finish your sentence I'd love to hear it chase shot her a look and looked away our asked me to look after her I won't let you hook up with random guys let me properly introduce introduce myself. I'm Dylan. I'm single. And I'm not some random guy. Chase refused to give back the phone. Fine. I pulled out my lipstick and grabbed Dylan's

wrist. He tensed up as I turned his forearm inward. I wrote my phone number in bright red lipstick across his inner skin. The whole room watched in silence. I closed my lipstick and let go of his arm. There. Dylan glanced down at the string of characters. I'll add you.

After writing my number on Dylan's arm, I left the restaurant quickly. That night, I I was lying in bed when my phone buzzed. A new contact request popped up. It really was your account.

I smiled. Why would you think I'd write a fake account? Because you used to like Chase.