Kian: And yet you’re still replying.
A hearty chuckle bursts out of me. It’s impossible not to smile.
Me: LOL. You should be looking at your research project.
I scowl at the message after I’ve sent it. I’ve never used LOL in a text message before. I hate it. My conversation with Kian seems to have turned me into a teenager.
Kian: But making you laugh is so much fun.
Me: I’m glad you think so. I need to work.
Kian: Okay.
Me: Stop texting.
Is that what I want?
Kian: But I like to get the last word in. You stop texting.
Damn him. I can’t stop smiling.
Me: This is my last text.
Kian: Ever?
Me: For tonight.
Kian: Except it wasn’t. Admit it. Texting me is more fun than working. Fucking me would be more fun than working too.
Yes, it would, but it wouldn’t be fair. Kian deserves better than to be used by me.
Me: Not tonight.
I should have said not ever. I hover my fingers over the screen, poised to type that. Kian messages me first.
Kian: Okay.
Kian: I’ll stop texting.
Kian: Do you like blue?
Me: What are you doing?
Kian: Making sure there are enough texts to hide the one about you fucking me.
Kian: Oops.
Except he obviously wants to hook up again. I never promised more than fooling around. Never gave him reason to think I’d want more than someone to explore my desires with. He said he was fine with that.
Me: You did that on purpose.
Kian: I didn’t. I’m hurt you think that.
Me: I bet you’re smirking at your phone.
Kian: Or maybe I have a sad face.
Me: Do you?
