Page 96 of The Blackmail of Denise Randall

Me: U could’ve called me?

Me: Too scar d

Me: Not gon answr?????

Me: ?????

11:00 PM

Me: a;ljiw;fjfdvknadk;vnnnnnnnnnnnn

Me: Sorry—my phone n pocket

Me: Don’t call Trent for that too!

Me: Tattle

11:50 PM

Me: FINE! I admit it. I think ur sexy AAF!

11:05 PM

Me: Keat.

Me: I gotta be real w/ U. I’m rlly hot for U.

Me: If U come get me RIGHT now ALL ur fantasy will come true

11:10 PM

Me: STOP FUCKING CALLING TRENT!!!!!!

Me: I HATE U!!!!

11:15 PM

Me: Trent’s trying to take my pohone a way! ALL UR FAULT

Me: LKSDJFLKDSJGLSJ

That’s where the messages end. I look out the window to see that we’ve arrived at the station. I’m not sure how long we’ve been parked in the parking lot. I lick my lips and gulp.

There is clear laughter in Keaton’s voice as he asks, “Memory refreshed? Anything coming back?”

I lay my head in my hands and groan. “Only utter humiliation and a major headache.”

He smiles and turns the key, shutting the car off. “Ready to go in?”

Keaton opens the door, but I lay a hand on his arm stopping him. He first looks down at my hand and then to my eyes.

“Before we go in, could you…” I can’t find the words to ask. This is so humiliating. I sigh and turn my head away from him. I release my hold on him and clasp my hands together in my lap. “Well, the text messages only fill so many blanks in.”

“Check your camera roll.”

There’s a photo of me smiling while sitting on Keaton’s lap. “At what point did…” I let the question hang. Praying he will fill in the holes for the rest of the night. He shuts the car door and turns his body to face mine. I slowly raise my eyes to meet his.

“Did you climb into my lap?”

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