It was my turn to cut her off. “Don’t do that. You had some fun this summer. Everybody deserves to have some fun.”
She gave me a small smile.
I gave her a wink. This woman was going to be my undoing. I could already feel it.
Later that night, right before I climbed into bed, I got a text message.
Wyndi:
Hey. I’ve decided that I’m gonna take you up on your offer to go to homecoming with you. It’s a date.
I grinned my ass off, but I was also curious.
Me:
What made you change your mind?
Wyndi:
Ugh! I knew you were gonna ask me that and it’s so embarrassing.
Me:
Tell me. I won’t throw it up. I’m not cut like that.
Wyndi:
I was creeping on Preston’s socials. I wanted to see how many times he posted me, and I don’t know, put things in perspective. And this . . . rapscallion swiped all the pictures of me. It’s like I never existed.
I was glad she couldn’t see me, because my smile was wide as hell. His immature ass had just done me the world’s biggest favor. He would probably throw up if he knew his decision to erase her from his socials was the reason she agreed to spend a weekend with me. Wilcox’s clown ass just kept doing me favors. I was gonna have to get that dude a Christmas gift.
Me:
That’s messed up. Sorry.
Wyndi:
*the meme of Viola Davis grabbing her purse and walking away* It’s so obvious that you don’t mean that, Kaynaan.
Me:
Sorry
