Me
Why?
My head fills with all sorts of stupid things, like maybe he’s too busy thinking about me to pay attention.
Ugh.
I’m acting like a teenager, not a scorned woman with a baby who has too much at stake to fool around with a guy like Malaki.
“Ouch!” I immediately put my finger in my mouth to sooth the prick from the needle. Malaki has me so out of sorts that I just stabbed myself.
Malaki
Do you want the truth?
Do I?
I swallow and type:
Yes
.
Malaki
I’m a little distracted because you sent me a photo of you in my bed where it looks like you’re not wearing anything.
My body grows warm. I look at my embroidery hoop as it rests on top of my legs. Did I subconsciously send him a photo with me looking naked from the waist down?
God, I think I did.
Thankfully, I didn’t pan the camera up even farther, because then he’d see that I’m wearing one of his shirts and get the idea that I miss him or something.
I’d have to explain that all of mine are in the laundry, which would sort of…kind of…be a fib.
They are in the laundry.
The clean laundry, but who’s asking?
Malaki
Are you?
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. My fingers move faster than my brain, and before it catches up, I send off a text that I shouldn’t.
Me
Guess you’ll just have to wonder.
I quickly put my phone face down on the bed to try to focus on my stitch pattern.
It takes a few minutes for the vibrating to start again. The anticipation is so much that I practically throw the embroidery hoop off my lap to grab my phone.
He’s video-calling!
Why is he video-calling me?!
I hit decline and toss it off to the side like it’s a bomb.
