I jumped and his cheeks reddened. It was him.
My smile beamed, finally magic was on my side, but I kept it cool.
“Bye, Star.” He grinned and left me questioning everything while I stood in the grass and watched them depart.
Easily the most nagging question that plagued my thoughts into the evening was the nickname. Did he call me Star because of my glowing? Or did he somehow know I’d grow to like stars?
When he came back in a few days, I’d pull up my comfy cotton big girl panties and ask him.
Chapter Thirty
I’m eating your snacks on the couch
It wasn’t a few days later.
It’s been over a week, and Rylan was still gone.
However, things had changed in that time. Since we weren’t physically around each other, he turned to texting me all the time.
What started as friendly hellos and check-ins quickly evolved.
One Week Later
Rylan: I just saw a blue pig with pink wings fly past my jet.
Me: Maybe I should play the lottery then.
Rylan: ?
Me: Because I may win if pigs are flying.
Rylan: Or you could just win the lottery with me. ?? ??
Me: I walked right into that one, didn’t I?
Another Week Later
Me: Thanks for the key to your room. Remy wasn’t kidding when she said her PMDD was bad.
Rylan: Glad I could offer a safe haven.
Me: No joke! She was crying and then shouting at the chip bag for lying to her about being full when it was mostly air.
Rylan: It was nice of her to make a copy for you.
Me: She all but pushed me out of our room. Apparently, my deodorant gives her a bad headache. I’m allowed to return when her luteal phase passes.
Rylan: Stay as long as you like. Feel free to masturbate in my bed and think of me. ??
Me: How did you know what I was doing?!
Rylan: Seriously?
Me: Oh, Rylan...
Rylan: Fuck.
Me: I’m just kidding. I’m eating your snacks on the couch.
