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Me: Both. It's called The Bishop's Temptation.

Bishop: Jesus Christ.

I laugh quietly.

Bishop: Is it good?

Me: Unfortunately, yes.

Bishop: Wish I was there to try it.

I lean against the bookshelf.

Me: Me too.

A few seconds pass.

Bishop: Sorry I couldn't make it tonight, Becks.

Me: Don't be. I know you have games.

Bishop: Still would've liked to see you all dressed up.

Me: You saw me dressed up at the gala.

Bishop: Trust me, Becks. I remember every damn second.

Me: Every second?

Bishop: Especially the ones where I was trying not to stare at you.

My stomach does an embarrassing little flip.

The man should not be allowed to flirt with me from another state. It's completely unfair.

I glance down at my skirt.

Me: Maybe I'll save the outfit for when you get home.

Bishop: Now you're just being cruel.

My cheeks warm.

I take another sip of my drink before typing.

Me: Can I ask you something?

Bishop: Always.

Me: Why 22?

There's a pause.

Long enough that I wonder if he's been distracted.

Then—

Bishop: We've been over this.