Me
next week
He didn’t respond right away. The typing bubble appeared, vanished, appeared again. I couldn’t stop myself from egging him on. He’d texted first, so what was the harm, right?
Me
can I ask you a question?
Creep
sure thing
I grinned, tapping my screen lightly.
Me
how do you have me saved on your phone?
A second later, he sent a screenshot. My stomach twisted at the sight of it—Pet.
The same name, just missing one small word.My.
He probably had to be careful now. Careful withhim.
Creep
some things never change
I arched a brow and typed before I could second-guess myself.
Me
some really fucking do
have you told your boyfriend about me yet?
Creep
yes I did
That fast? They had to be close. I rubbed the heel of my hand against my chest, trying to ease the pressure.
Me
and how did you phrase it?
my friend moved to Madrid?
or my brother-in-law?
He took forever to reply again. The screen dimmed while I waited, my reflection faint in the glass.
Creep
I told him my ex moved to Madrid who also happens to be my brother-in-law and my friend
Ex.
