Me: What is, then?
Justin Timberlake: I’d rather let you have the full experience and then decide for yourself.
Me: Very romantic but I’ll pass.
Justin Timberlake: Romance is overrated. What you need is someone to fill up that smart mouth of yours.
I press my thighs together to dull the ache I feel when I read his message. He’s brash and arrogant and…absolutely right. I need amazing sex in a bad way. It’s been way too long. But I’m sure as hell not having it with him.
Me: Maybe I have someone.
Justin Timberlake: Do you?
Me: None of your business.
Justin Timberlake: Either you don’t or he sucks in bed. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so tense all the time and you wouldn’t have moaned like you did when I kissed you.
Me: I didn’t moan.
Justin Timberlake: You did. I think you moaned my name, actually.
Me: You are so full of yourself.
Justin Timberlake: Jealous? Wishing you were full of myself instead?
The bus stops, and Lexi calls my name. We must be at our next stop.
Me: I have to go.
Justin Timberlake: You in Rolling Meadows?
Me: Are you stalking me?
Justin Timberlake: Just keeping tabs.
Me: Sonny’s dropping.
Justin Timberlake: I heard. So it’s just me and you. I like the sound of that.
Me: I’m not losing. Just so you know.
Justin Timberlake: Me either.
Me: Where are you?
Justin Timberlake: Carbondale.
Lexi knocks on the door. “Wake up, Reagan.”
“I’m up. Be right there.”
Me: Have to go.
Justin Timberlake: I think we need to talk later about you saying I don’t have depth.
Me: Did I say that?
Justin Timberlake: Yep. And you’re so wrong. Deep is my middle name.
