No fair.
But didn’t allude to what wasn’t fair. Him looking so good certainly wasn’t fair to me or the friendship zone I was attempting to set up. My phone buzzed again.
I see being convincingly cute and sad is a trait that runs in the family.
That made sense. I typed back a response:
Yeah, not fair at all. I had no chance.
I placed the phone on the bathroom sink as I pulled my shirt over my head, and it buzzed across the surface.
I don’t have one either.
I slid my pajama bottoms off before turning on the water and glancing back at my phone. My stomach fluttered, and I grabbed it, naked texting yet again. I wondered what West would think of that, but shook the thought from my head.
Whatever will we do?
The response came before I could put my phone down.
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. But if things keep going like this I’m a total goner. Not that I’m complaining.
My heart hammered in my chest. I had a distinct feeling we somehow veered into talking about us. My breath caught in my throat as I replied:
Same here. So what days work best for your schedule for doggy training classes? I’ll have to move around my Zumba and spin classes
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