Drugged hot chocolate, but still.
It was… sweet? And more than a little hot.
Me
you’re fucked up
Kettle, meet pot. I save his information in my phone.
Wesley
don’t lash out at me
Me
I’m sorry. You’re right. I was mostly thinking I’m fucked up
Wesley
for what?
Me
for liking that you care
I drop my phone on the counter face down. Why am I telling him this? I shouldn’t be encouraging my stalker. I stand and walk a circle around the family room, trying to convince myself not to pick my phone again.
The battle is lost in less than a minute, and I head to my room and collapse on the bed. There are messages patiently waiting for me from Wes.
Wesley
of course I care
what else do you like?
I should close this chat and text Lola instead. I should tell her what’s going on, and she will be appropriately appalled and tell me to cut it out.
Honey Bunny hops up onto my bed and pushes his soft nose into my leg. I gently scratch his little head.
Instead of texting Lola, I write back to Wes.
Me
I liked it when you went out to get firewood wearing that black mask
Oh god, please stop, Callie, please stop. I splay my hand over my face but peek through my fingers to watch the three dots dance on my screen as he replies. Earlier today I literally told him we shouldn’t be friends. My resolve lasted only a few hours.
I should be mad at myself. I should not be having so much fun.
But… fuck it. I deserve fun with this hot masked man. Hot maskedtattooedman. I don’t have a thing for tattoos, but apparently, I have a thing for Wesley’s tattoos.
Me
and your tattoos. I liked them too
Wesley
good to know. we can arrange for all of that to happen again
