Fine
But if the dutch oven doesn’t show up, I’m not going to text you back ever again
Ethan
That would be deserved
But like I said, lying to you isn’t in my best interest
Me
I’ll hand you the plate through the door
There will be a divider between us at all times
I’m not getting trapped in another fucking mate bond
Ethan
I was brainstorming, and I think mirrored sunglasses would stop the bond from forming. Since we couldn’t see each other’s eyes
I can pick some up on the way there
If we both wear them, we’ll be double safe
Me
That could work
Ethan
Hell yeah
On my way
Me
Your food’s going to be long past cold if you’re all the way in Moon Ridge
Ethan
I may have already been driving around your town in hopes of stumbling upon you
Me
Stalker
Ethan
Take it as a compliment
I may have also picked up the sunglasses before you texted me back. Fake it ‘til you make it and all
I snorted and cut into my dinner. Nerves bubbled in my belly, but I tried hard to ignore them.
It wasn’t a date.
I was just cooking for Ethan in exchange for a dutch oven I’d wanted for ages. He was basically a client, paying for food.
