My heart swells to twice its size. Fiero Bellucci istexting me?
My fingers tremble as I type out a reply.
Me: Why haven’t you showered?
Unknown: I like smelling of you
I collapse against the counter, my hand over my mouth.It’s been two days!
Me: Well, that’s grossed me out
Unknown: That was the exact opposite of my intention
Me: And your intention was…?
Unknown: To remind you why I smell of you
I swallow, steadying myself before typing a reply.
Me: I don’t think I’ll forget that in a hurry
There’s a long pause and I worry that might be the end of the conversation, but then dots appear again.
Unknown: Me neither
I sink onto a chair, my knees suddenly weak. It’s been years since I texted a man and I don’t know how to continue, so I wait. Sure enough, another text comes through.
Unknown: I have to work tomorrow night
I feel the sting of disappointment in my chest, but then again, tonight and tomorrow are supposed to be my nights off anyway.
Me: Must be exhausting being a hotshot club owner
Unknown: It’s a burden I carry with grace
Me: I’ve noticed
Unknown: Yeah. I know you like to stare
I blush like a heathen.
Unknown: I’ll feel better when I see you afterward
Me: You’re forgetting I’m not working tomorrow
Unknown: I’ll change the rota
Me: I’ll go to the unions…
Unknown: The unions work for me, baby
My uterus actually flutters. And what the hell happened to my feminist principles?
Me: What if I’ve made plans to go see a movie?
It’s the first excuse to enter my head.
Unknown:Unmake them
