DO NOT ANSWER
Did you block me on Instagram?
Hanna twisted her lips as Milo stole a handful of her fries. She’d forgotten she’d blocked him. He clearly hadn’t checked recently.
She typed out a response in the interest of not arguing before he even arrived.
HANNA
Sorry.
DO NOT ANSWER
For blocking me or for this being the first text you’ve responded to in a year?
HANNA
Can you blame me???
DO NOT ANSWER
No, and I’ve been trying to tell you that. But you’re too stubborn to even let me apologize.
“Yikes,” Milo mumbled. She flipped her phone over and glared at him. “Sorry.”
She whispered, “This is going to go so badly.”
“I got it,” Milo said. “Gimme.” He held his hand out for her phone. Milo swiped across her screen for a moment and tapped on the keyboard. “There. He’s blocked until he gets here. And now you have a new number to text.”
She unlocked her screen, tapping on her most recent thread with a number saved as ALWAYS ANSWER.
HANNA
Thanks, Daddy.
“You’re fucking gross,” Hanna groaned.
“But you’re laughing.” He pointed at her with one of her fries. She hated herself for smiling. “A win is a win.”
Her phone buzzed again.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Look up.
Hanna glanced from her phone to Milo’s face.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Good girl.
Her face heated, annoyed that he had any effect on her, but especially that one. Milo laughed, draining his beer. He’d teased her a dozen times like that, but she was always ready for it. She’d gotten too comfortable.
She smirked as she tapped back a message.
HANNA
Want a titty pic?
