Page 15 of Silver Flirt

I laugh, shaking my head. Lisa always knows how to snap me out of my insecurities.

So I settle back against the counter and proceed to give her the play-by-play, reliving every earth-shattering moment with Bash.

By the time we say our goodbyes nearly an hour later, I’m feeling lighter than I have in ages.

I hang up with Lisa and start scrolling through my phone, my thoughts still swirling with memories of last night. Suddenly, a notification catches my eye - three unread messages from none other than Bash Cooper himself.

My heart skips a beat as I open the first text, sent early this morning:

Morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep? ;)

The second message came in a couple hours later:

Can’t stop thinking about last night.

And the most recent one, sent just a few minutes ago:

Hey, you free to chat later? I’d love to hear your voice.

I stare at the screen, my pulse quickening with each word. He’s thinking about me. He wants to talk to me. Maybe this wasn’t just a one-night stand after all...

Before I can even begin to process this development, my phone starts ringing.

It’s Bash.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach, and answer the call.

“Hey, Bash,” I say, aiming for a casual tone. “What’s up?”

“Morning, baby.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.”

“Nope, I just got up, and now I’m drinking some coffee. What about you?”

“I’m just out running some errands for the bar and thought I’d give you a call. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I lean back against the kitchen counter, a grin spreading across my face. “Really?”

“Really. What’s my gorgeous girl got planned for this Saturday?”

“Not too much, just catching up on emails. Might go to the store later.”

“That sounds fun. I wish I was there with you.”

My heart flutters at his words. “I wish you were here with me, too.”

“Well, I won’t keep you, sweetheart. I just wanted to hear your voice. It’s Saturday, so I usually work pretty late. But if you’re up, can I call you when I get off?”

I clear my throat. “Sure. I’d like that.”

As I hang up the phone, I lean back against the counter, my mind reeling.

Bash’s words, his genuine interest in getting to know me better, have thrown me for a loop.

And the craziest part?

I think I like it.

Chapter Five

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