My fingers are already pulling up the menu. “What do you want?”
“Surprise me. I’m not picky.”
When he’s gone, I scroll through the different food options, my attention constantly snagging on the bed. It’s not like we haven’t been intimate—sort of. I’m being silly.
But this isn’t a heat of the moment thing, or a feeling vulnerable and he’s comforting me kind of thing. Getting into bed to sleep feels more deliberate.
I groan. I’m definitely overthinking this. It’s just a bed, and we’re adults.
Well, he might be an adult. I feel like a giant walking hormone when he’s around. Annoyed with myself, I grab my phone to order two burgers, frowning when I see the battery is low. Again? I fully charged it in the airport lounge before we got on the plane and I’ve barely used it.
Frustrated I fish my charger out of the bag and plug the phone in at the desk.
My phone buzzes instantly.
Hannah: You’re viral.
Me: What’s viral?
Hannah: You getting punched. I would have cried.
Me: No, you wouldn’t. You’d have screamed like you do when you’re driving and get cut off.
Hannah: You might be right.
Me: You were joking about the viral thing, right?
Hannah: Nope. I saw it on Snaptik.
My stomach plummets.
Hannah: Send me a pic. I want to see the bruise.
Me: There’s really nothing to see.
Hannah: How’s Operation Towel Drop progressing
How do I answer that?
What’s going on with Liev feels so much deeper than when she and I were joking in the coffee shop.
Me: I haven’t dropped my towel
Hannah: Boooooooo
I laugh.
Me: But I did finally….
Hannah: You had sex with him?
I feel silly texting this.
Me: No, but I think it’s only a matter of time.
Hannah: Go for it
I smile.
