Ask me anything.
Unless you want me to keep talking and accidentally reveal something humiliating.
The opening is dangerous and oh-so-tempting.
I hover over the text keyboard, my heart being all fluttery and stupid.
Mistletoe_Reader:Why did you sign up?
Three dots appear.
Disappear.
Pop back up.
And then?—
RedBarnRhett:Long story. Short answer: I finally had the time.
What made you decide to sign up?
Shit. He would ask me that.
Mistletoe_Reader:Uhm. Well. I’m big on supporting the community and its residents. So, I figured I would do Luke a little favor. Not that he really needs my help with the new features he’s beta testing.
His reply comes fast—too fast.
Like he doesn’t even have to think about it.
RedBarnRhett:A favor, huh?
That sounds suspiciously like “I didn’t actually mean to match with anyone.”
I wince.
Because…yeah.
Exactly that.
Mistletoe_Reader:I meant to sign up.
Just not for real. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I hoped that since I was just supposed to be giving feedback on some new features and the overall app performance, I wouldn’t match.
I really need to stop talking.
Three dots appear again.
RedBarnRhett:You weren’t looking to match with anyone?
Or just not looking to match with me?
My heart jumps straight into my throat.
Absolutely not.
He doesnotget to ask questions like that. Not when every time we run into each other in person, he acts utterly indifferent.
And certainly not with that stupid smile I just know he has on his face.
