Bex:well you lookhot as fuck
Bex:gonna use that picture later (wink emoji)
Corey:bad girl
Corey:…
Corey:where’s mine?
Bex:clocking in. I’ll text you later, babe!
Corey:(angry devil emoji)
Corey:how is vegas?
Bex:loud, bright, busy… lonely
Corey:lonely?
Bex:without you
Corey:sugar, do you miss me?
Bex:yessir, I do
Corey:(hot emoji) (fire emoji)
Corey:what did I tell you about calling me that?!
Bex:(grinning devil emoji)
Bex:Did you send me a book?
Corey:(side eye emoji)
Bex:(picture of a book called The Pocket Photographer)
Corey:maybe… you don’t already have that, do you?
Bex:NO! This book is amazing. (crying emoji)
Corey:Why are you crying?
Bex:Because you’re the best. Because I’m insanely happy.
Bex:Thank you, babe
It’s been two weeks since the first time we video chatted, and the physical time apart from Bex has been agonizing. Okay, I’m being dramatic, but missing her–paired with ramped up workouts with Trevor–has me edging closer to dramatics every day.
I swipe open my phone and look at her last text.Insanely happy. That’s how Bex makes me feel, too, though she’s probably just referring to the new book. Even the sponsored ads on my browsing seem to know about Bex, because I keep getting ads for photography related classes and equipment. When I saw this book, specifically for the type of photography she teaches at the youth center, I couldn’t resist.
Bridget pops her head into my office. “You need to leave in five minutes or you’ll be late for Trevor.”
I groan and shut my laptop. She’s not wrong—if I don’t get on the highway before 3 p.m., the traffic will easily add an extra thirty minutes to the drive to Trevor’s gym.
My phone buzzes, and I pick it up, hoping it’s a text from Bex, but it’s the group chat with my friends.
Christian:Friday night, last Vipers game of the season
