She starts typing, only to end just as quickly before it begins again.
Trouble:
You agree?
Matthew:
No, I don’t fucking agree.
But I’m taking it as a challenge.
Trouble:
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Matthew:
Nope. By the end of our little “arrangement” you’ll be begging me to kiss you, and maybe if I’m in the mood, I’ll oblige.
Trouble:
That won’t happen.
Matthew:
Then there’s nothing to worry about, is there?
Trouble:
Fine.
Matthew:
Fine.
I press the send button a little harder than necessary, still pissed by the turn of events this whole charade has taken, and we haven’t even started it properly.
Trouble:
But no sleeping with other people.
What the actual fuck? Does she seriously think so little of me?
Trouble:
I mean it, Matthew. I don’t want to look like a fool once this whole thing is done.
Apparently, she does.
I grind my teeth in irritation.
Matthew:
I guess I’ll have to contain myself.
Trouble:
It’s just three months.
