Remember, You Started This
Hey Charming. Granny woke up this morning and decided we were going to take a trip to the seaside so I’ll be there for the rest of my time here in Scotland.
And, as much as I want to get under your kilt again while I’m here it’s just going to have to wait until we’re back stateside.
When are you thinking?
Desperate to see me again so soon?
I need to plan.
Your text flirting sucks.
I wasn’t flirting. I was asking a logistical question.
No shit.
Remember, You Started This is typing.
I want to get back in yourpants again too.
Pass.
Try again.
Remember, You Started This is typing.
I’ll let you know when I’m *coming* to D.C.
Better.
And, when will that be?
I don’t know yet.
Well Charming, you sure know how to leave a man wanting more.
Remember, You Started This is typing.
Exactly where I want you then.
SMASH! Yes!
That’ll do Charming.
Chapter seventeen
Duncan
Remember, You Started This
"Whatdoyoumeanyou’re in love?"
Crosby just shrugs at me a month after I got home from Scotland as I kick off my shoes and greet his golden retriever Stella. "Laila." He says.
Like he would be talking about anyone else. Of course he’s talking about the girl he accidentally knocked up. But he loves her? Clearly my best friend is in crisis and an eyeroll and "no duh" comment from me won’t help.
See? I’m mature as fuck.
