“You can send things to my phone. What have you got?”
“Emails that need answers,” he says. “I’m a fucking slow typer.”
“Perfect. Forward them to me.”
He scowls. “Don’t know how you can type on that tiny keyboard.”
“I don’t have sausage fingers like you do.”
He grunts. A moment later, my phone chimes with the first email.
I get to work.
By the time I’m finished, my eyes are burning from staring at a screen for nearly two hours and my neck aches from being bent in the same position for so long.
And I can’t stop yawning.
“Go to bed,” Seb says around a yawn. “You’re giving me the yawns, and I’ve still got an hour of work left to do.”
He seems cheerier than he was at the start of this, and that’s a plus. “I’ve just got one more…” A yawn interrupts me.
“Go to bed,” he says firmly. “I’ll handle the last one.”
Arguing is futile when he takes that tone. I push back my chair and stand, stretching out my stiff joints. “Don’t stay up too late. This can all wait until the morning.”
“Quit acting like my mother,” he says.
“We have the same mother.”
He looks up at me, brow creased, his annoyance sky high as he glares at me like I’ve insulted him.
I hold up my hands and back away slowly. “Which I know you know.” I fake a yawn that turns into a real one. “Going to bed now.”
I hurry out of the room and up the stairs. Cash isn’t up yet, and I take a moment to appreciate having a room to myself, even if it is for just a little while.
I get ready for bed, and crawl under the covers. I’m in that perfect sleepy state where I know I’ll be dead asleep in less than five minutes, but I can’t stop thinking about DogPerson.
I send her a quick message, figuring she’ll see it in the morning.
HandsyGuy37:Good luck with being charming today. You’ve got this.
Ugh, so cheesy. I send the message anyway, set my phone on the charger on my nightstand and lay back.
Just as I’m drifting off, my phone dings. I should ignore it, but if there’s a chance DogPerson’s up, I want to talk to her.
The way my heart leaps when I see the message is from her is not my first indication that I’m in serious trouble, but it’s the most convincing.
Instead of putting my phone down and putting some space between us, I open the message.
DogPerson158:I’m going to need it. I was just woken up by a four-year-old who had a nightmare, and she’s now asleep in my bed. And she’s a kicker. I’m getting no sleep tonight, and I don’t function well on little to no sleep.
I stare at the phone, my whole vision of this woman shifting.
She has a kid? She must be half asleep to give away that personal detail.
And I’m not about to scare her off by pointing out what she just shared.
HandsyGuy37:That sounds rough. Can you sleep on the couch?
