"Oh, right. That's fine. You look good," I stammer, trying my best to stop being so weird on these calls with him. It's easier via text for some reason, but I don't want it to be that way. I want it to be just as easy to talk to him as it is to text him. I think maybe it's because when we text, I don't have to look at his gorgeous face and attractive body. It's a bit overwhelming, I'll admit.
"Kyran, I am so sorry again about being late. I did not think I would do that to you."
"Don't sweat it. I figured you were working, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. You said your boss is an asshole?" he asks, his lips smirking toward the end of his question.
I continue my conversation with him, carrying my phone in my hand, as I head to the kitchen to gather my snacks before heading to my bedroom.
"More than. He is always working me later than promised and I never really cared as much, but it's starting to get annoying."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I wish I could help," he tells me and I hear the pure sincerity in his tone.
"I wish I had the balls to tell him no."
"I know the feeling. I had a client who demanded my in-person presence for a meeting with his attorney this weekend."
"I saw you said you have to fly out of state. Are you gonna go?"
"I kind of have to."
"That's actually crazy. Where to?"
"I wish it was Rhode Island," he says to me and my heart flutters.
A beat of silence falls between us but it's far from awkward, and I'm sure he can hear my labored breathing as we just look into the phone at each other. If he were to come to my state, I don't know how I would act. What would happen between us? Would we spend time together? The thoughts swim in my head and excitement blooms in my belly, but I know that the chances of us actually meeting in real life is likely slim to none, unless we can make plans otherwise.
"I'll be heading to Texas," he finally speaks up. "Flight is first thing in the morning."
"Oh, well we can reschedule this for another night if you'd like to get some rest?"
"Absolutely not. This is more important. Besides, I hate to admit it, but I don't think I can wait another day to watch the next episode."
I giggle at his admission as Kyran sets up the link for me to click into the watch party and I settle on my bed. We both set up our phones so that they face the both of us, allowing us to watch our reactions as we start the episode.
He reacts to some parts, and I just watch him more than I watch the television, having seen these episodes more than a handful of times already. So many times, that I don'teven catch myself repeating certain lines until he points them out.
Doing this feels one hundred percent natural and I sense no awkwardness between us as we laugh and talk about certain scenes, and I tell him my favorite parts as they approach.
We move on to the next episode and before I know it, we're nearing midnight with three episodes behind us and I feel myself getting sleepy.
"We probably shouldn't do another," I say, noting that he has to tend to work tomorrow morning.
"You're right. But I had a lot of fun doing this and we should definitely do it again."
"Okay, but I have to know something first," I say.
"What's that?"
"Are you team Stefan or Damon so far?"
"Don't make me choose, Weslyn."
We both chuckle as his eyes wander into thought.
"I have a feeling Stefan is the obvious answer for now, meaning he might become annoying later. So I'm gonna say team Damon."
"I like your answer." I smile at him before a yawn pulls on my lips.
"So next date…" he trails off.
