Yes.
ME
But going to sleep now.
ZACH
Don't...
ZACH
Let's chat for a bit.
I stare at his text, chewing my lip. I should say no. Say it's late, roll over, and sleep like a normal human.
But then again... what's the harm in texting back? It's just words on a screen. Totally harmless.
Nope. Bad idea. Shut it down. Hit the pillow and pretend I never saw it.
But my brain won't stop poking holes in my resolve.
If I don't reply, he'll probably just text again anyway. Or worse — show up outside my door like some lovesick idiot with another latte. Do I really want that happening at midnight?
Exactly. Texting is damage control. Preventive measures. Totally responsible.
God, listen to me. I sound like I'm justifying buying another pair of shoes I don't need.
I groan, flopping onto my stomach. This is ridiculous. Half of me's screaming "don't do it," the other half's already scrolling the keyboard.
And, surprise surprise... the half with faster thumbs always wins.
ME
What's up?
ZACH
It's been pouring outside??????Just wanted to check if you're okay.
ME
All good here.
Lies!The annoying part of my brain screams.
ZACH
I'm okay too, btw. In case you wanted to ask??
ME
What do you want, Zach?
ZACH
Come to my game Friday.
ME
