Bash
You literally saw me this morning.
And?
Bash
God, he's ridiculous. And I love it.
Stop being so clingy and go have fun getting all sweaty with your best friend
I hesitate for a second, biting my lip. Then, feeling bold, I set my coffee down and pull my tank top down just enough to show the perfect amount of cleavage and take a quick picture. I check it. Suggestive but not explicit, and hit send before I can overthink it.
Three dots appear immediately, then disappear, then reappear.
JESUS CHRIST SHORTCAKE!!!!
Tyler almost saw that!!! He grabbed my phone because I wasn't paying attention to his workout plan
Now he's demanding to know why I just yelped and snatched it back
Bash
I burst out laughing, nearly spilling my coffee.
Tell him it's classified boyfriend information!
He says, and I quote, "If she sent you nudes while we're at the gym Montgomery, I swear to god"
Bash
Poor Tyler. It must be hard being the third wheel.
Now he's sulking and saying I'm the worst gym partner ever
Worth it though. Holy shit, Shortcake!
Bash
Something to tide you over until tonight
You're going to be the death of me, you know that?
Bash
But what a way to go
Tyler's threatening to leave without me. Gotta run. I love you.
Bash
My chest warms as I type back.
I love you too. Have fun getting buff or whatever.
I set my phone down, still smiling. Saying those words—even just typing them—hasn't gotten old. For months after Ethan, I'd convinced myself I mightnever say them again. And now they come so easily with Bash, like they've been waiting all along.
With a contented sigh, I open my laptop. Time to be responsible and see what chaos awaits me when I return to work next week. I haven't checked my email since before Aspen, and the unread count makes me wince. Two hundred and seventeen new messages. Fabulous.
