Page 86 of Dr. Sexypants

“I don’t know.”

Me: I thought there was nothing left to say.

Justin: I’m an asshole, okay? I should never have texted you that. There’s plenty to say.

Me: Go ahead.

Justin: I’d rather talk in person, but if this is all you’re willing to do, I’ll take it.

I looked at Lainey.

“Goddammit. He’s kind of groveling.”

“As he should.”

“But now I want to hear what he has to say.”

“So go hear him out.”

“You won’t think lesser of me?”

“Oh my god, no! I’d only think lesser of you if you didn’t follow your heart.”

“Yeah, I’m not listening to that bitch, anymore.”

“That might be easier said than done, babe.”

I let out a long sigh. “I know.”

Me: We can talk in person. Your place or mine?

Justin: Mine, if that’s okay. Bring Dora with you. I miss that good girl.

Me: I thought I was the good girl.

Shit! Why did I write that? This was not the time to be flirting.

So inappropriate, Kristy Marie.

Justin: You’re a good girl when you’ve done very, very naughty things.

“Oh damn!”

“What?” Lainey demanded.

“I think we’re flirting.”

She sing-songed, “You’re gonna have makeup sex.”

“That wouldn’t be a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Well, as the name implies, we’d be making up. We’re not ready for that.”

“Fine.” She looked over at me with a grin and sing-songed again, “You’re gonna have angry sex.”

Now that I might be on board with.