Eliana’s POV

It's been days—no, a week since that night. A week since Asa. And still, his face flashed into my mind when I closed my eyes. I hated how easily he had slipped under my skin.

He gave me his card, he told me to call and I did but he didn't pick up and neither has he called back. And truthfully, I haven't tried the number since then.

And every time I picked up the damn card, I wondered if he was waiting or if he had already forgotten about me.

With a sigh I grabbed my phone. ...