ME: I miss you.
ME: Both of you, I mean.
ME: Jointly.
ME: Together.
I’m about to exit the car when my phone chimes.
SWEET BOY: Woah, where’s the fire?
STARDUST: This is going to be fun, I see.
I chuckle at their responses.
ME: You didn’t answer my questions.
SWEET BOY: Which ones?
ME: Watch it.
STARDUST: I’m feeling fine, I’m okay, and I need you.
Fuck me. Is it still too late to turn around?
SWEET BOY: Ditto. What Snow said.
What Snow said.
He needs me.
Maybe the group chat was a horrible idea because how the fuck am I going to concentrate now?
ME: But you’re okay? You don’t need me to come back?
SWEET BOY: Quit stalling and get to the meeting.
SWEET BOY: You know Cort can be a grumpy ass if he’s kept waiting.
ME: Pfft. He’s sunshine.
STARDUST: I thought that was me?
ME: It is you, baby.
SWEET BOY: Not me?
I bite my lip and groan.
ME: Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be? I create a group chat and you gang up on me?
SWEET BOY: You make it too fun. Go meet the new manager so you can get back here sooner.
I have to try mighty fucking hard to resist the urge to respond because if I do, I’ll never leave the fucking car.
I can’t help that my skin physically itches when I’m not near them at all times.
Is it unhealthy? Yeah, probably.
