Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, vibrating against the wood. You groaned, pulling the blanket tighter around you before finally squinting at the screen.

12 missed calls. 9 new voice messages. All from Evan Peters.

You sat up instantly, heart racing. He was overseas filming, and the time difference made it almost impossible to keep in sync. You opened the first message.

“Babe, you’re probably asleep right now… I just wrapped my last scene of the day. It’s so late here, but I couldn’t not call you.”