I doubt that.
Quiethours
Don’t. It’s better if you don’t ask for anything from me.
Crushedvelvet
I could film something else for you then, if you wanted me to.
The three dots appear for longer this time. Unease fills my gut as I fidget and cross my ankles beneath the bedding that suddenly feels too constricting.
Quiethours
No. No more videos.
“Shit.” Aaaand I’ve overstepped.
There’s an urgency to the way I type my next message that worries me.
Crushedvelvet
I’m not trying to get more money.
Quiethours
Money isn’t a concern. I simply can’t use this site any longer. Before I deleted my account, I wanted to answer you.
Crushedvelvet
Is this because of what I said?
Quiethours
No. It’s because I want you to say more and that can’t happen.
I reread the message four times before typing out a reply, my palms warm with sweat.
Crushedvelvet
I don’t understand.
After I hit Send, another message fills the bottom of the chat.
User Quiethours has deactivated their account.
8
BRIELLE
“You’ll be fine,Bree. It’s only a date.”
“Only a date?” she screeches.
I laugh into the phone, ignoring the way the screen must be rubbing against my cheek and the makeup I’ve already laid down. “You’ve gone out with Finn a million times. Just be yourself and ignore the pressure you’re feeling to make this perfect. He already loves you.”
“Friendship love is not the same as romantic love, Brielle,” she says flippantly.
“I know. That doesn’t change my opinion.”
