At no point did I suggest that any thoughts must be forbidden,he had written.
Though, still she wasn’t quite sure if she could.
Only because you’ve no idea how filthy my mind can be.
Pretty sure I can handle it.
You couldn’t in the car.
That was different.
How?
She bit her nails as she waited for his response.
But the one that came was nowhere near as nerve-wracking as she’d imagined.
It was funny. In fact, it was funnier than she’d ever thought he could be.
Well, it’s much easier to resist kissing a phone than a personAnd, even if I did totally lose my mind and make out with this thing, no one is gonna get hurt but me.
If your phone breaks your heart, I will cut a bitch.
Oh, it could never.
Not sexy enough for you?
Too little like the woman I want to be with.
She tried to pretend he hadn’t meant what she knew he’d meant.
But it was impossible. The words punched into her like a bullet. She couldn’t have avoided their meaning if she tried. And the truth was—she didn’twantto try. The woman was her, sheknewit was her, and now he’d given her no reason not to talk about that.
Though, she tried to be careful.
Then maybe you should dump the phone and be with this obviously amazing babe. I mean, I can tell just by your word choice that she’s got to be smart and sexy and cool.
She is all of those things and more.
Then what are you waiting for?
Her heart was pounding by the time she sent the question. And she knew her fingers flew over the letters far too quickly. She knew she’d hit send before her mind had chance to catch up. Still, she thought he’d at least come up with some kind of answer.
After all, he’d helped get her to that point.
Yet, for some reason, he didn’t reply.
In fact, he stayed silent until the most random time possible: two in the morning. She had to fumble through the darkness to get at her phone, then read it while propped up on her elbows.Forgive me for going dark on you,it said.
And though she wanted to be mad, she couldn’t be.
Not completely, anyway. Not enough to not reply.
To be honest, I kind of expected to never hear from you again after the car. Anything beyond that seems like something of a bonus.
Me fucking you around isn’t a bonus.
You’re not fucking me around, Isaac.
