I pack up my shit and head home before anything else stops me.
It's nearing seven pm and I still haven't heard back from Weslyn. I don't think she's the type of girl to get irritated that it took me so long to text her back, so I do wonder if something happened to her. Or maybe she's just as busy as I'd gotten earlier. I do know she is likely still at work and probably busy right now. But I text her to let her know I'm thinking about her anyway.
6:48pm
What do I gotta do to get you out of work right now?
7:09pm
I hope everything is okay.
7:42pm
Weslyn?
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Weslyn
Fuck. My. Life.
My boss hasn't let me out for work yet, which I know is probably illegal but it's been busy and I haven't even had the time to argue with him about it.
It's nearly eight-thirty when he finally tells me to clock out and I don't waste a second rushing to the back. As soon as I'm in my car, I dig for my phone.
Four text messages and a missed call.
I scramble as I immediately decide to call him back, but he doesn't answer. I sigh, hating that he might feel as if I'm standing him up. So I type out a quick message before starting my car and heading off to my apartment.
8:34pm
I'm so fucking sorry. Just got out of work. My boss is an asshole. But I'm on my way home now if you're still up for it?
By the time I walk through the door of my apartment, I still don't have anything from Kyran. I take this opportunity to take a quick shower and just hope that he won't blow meoff like he probably thinks I did. I don't know if he'd even care if that's what I was doing or not but I know how I feel imagining that he thinks I would.
After my shower, I throw on my pajamas and wonder if that's even appropriate for a FaceTime date. Surely, he wouldn't mind, right?
It's near nine pm when a message finally comes through on my phone and I gasp as I jump toward my bed to grab it.
8:58pm
I'm ready whenever you are. Do you have Prime? I can set up the watch party through that.
I don't get a whiff of anger from his text, which relaxes me a bit but I'm still pissed that I made him wait this long and I really hope that he understands.
I do. Let me get it up.
But before I have time to put my phone down, he's already FaceTiming me.
I wait a minute, needing to calm myself down before I decide to answer him.
"Hey," I say as I answer it, not thinking to make sure I even look FaceTime ready, really. But I'm too caught off guard to care because I'm faced to face with Kyran—save the screen between us of course—and he's freakingshirtless.
I try to avert my gaze as I log into myPrimeaccount but I can't help but want to stare at him. He's gorgeous and tempting.
Awkwardness settles in the air as I watch a little bead of water drip from his hairline down to his sculpted jawline, indicating he too just got out of the shower, and I feel nerves invade my core.
"Figured there was no reason to postpone the inevitable," he states, breaking me out of my trance. Likely talking about the sudden FaceTime call. Or maybe referring to the fact that he's shirtless.
