23. Sir

Ariana

I turn over in bed when the incessant ringing doesn't stop. I groan loudly as I move my hand trying to find the root of the noise. My hand lands on my phone and I lazily drag it closer to me.

I place the phone to my ear after answering the call, "Hello?" I ask groggily. I have no idea who would be calling me

"Ariana," it takes a minute for me to realize the voice but when I do my eyes widen, completely rid of sleep.

"What do you want, Ethan?" I ask harshly.

He has no right to call me after everything he did.

He chuckles sadly and then sniffs. "I miss you, princess."

"Ok, bye," I say rudely.

"No, wait. Don't end the call," he rushes out, stopping me before I press the red button.

"What do you want?"

"You. I want you, Ariana." Ethan mutters breathily, and I can't hide the fact that his voice still affects me.

"Well, that's too late, Ethan. I've moved on, so should you. Goodbye, and don't call me again."

"I'm at your door, Ariana," Ethan announces.

"W-what?" I stutter breathily. H