Jillian:Sorry about not being able to FaceTime last night. I thought my mom got us separate rooms.
Hutch:I totally understand.
Jillian:I miss you.
Hutch:Yeah?
Jillian:*incoming picture*
Hutch:Are you sending me a naked picture? Please tell me that’s what you’re sending— Shit you look beautiful. Is that my shirt?
Jillian:I wanted to have you with me while I was gone. Send me your picture. I don’t care if you have bed head or whatever. I just need to see your face.
Hutch:*incoming picture*
Jillian:How do you look so good lying on your bed like that?
Jillian:Are you naked?
Hutch:You’re too kind, m’lady. No, I’m not naked. I have on underpants.
Jillian:Pic or it didn’t happen.*laughing emoji*
Hutch:No way! I’m not sending you a picture of me in my boxers!
Jillian:*incoming picture*
Hutch:Did you send me a picture of your tits?
Hutch:Are you trying to give me a heart attack?
Jillian:Something to hold you over until tomorrow.*kissing emoji*
Jillian:Talk to you later.
Saturday night
Jillian:I’m exhausted. I don’t think I ever want to move from this bed. We walked all over New York today after checking out the school. I’ve never seen anything so big.
Jillian:Hutch? Are you sleeping? It’s not even eight o’clock.
Hutch:*incoming picture*
Hutch:Never seen anything so big?
Jillian:I take that back.
Jillian:I can’t believe you sent me a dick pick. That’s total boyfriend material.
Jillian:Wait, I mean—
Hutch:Did you just call me your boyfriend, Jillybean?
Hutch:Because I’m totally digging it.
Jillian:Really?
Hutch:Really. Does that make you my girlfriend?
