Rod Wave leans back into the backseat with his eyes looking down at his phone as he reads your text message, feeling his lips curl into a frown before he runs his hand down his face as he looks up and glances around.

What do you mean ‘you can’t do this?’

Feeling his eyebrows furrowed for a moment before looks down at his phone, he knew what you meant. His toxic behavior, but he didn’t want to let you go.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” He texted back, feeling his mind wonder. “I’m omw