Page 75 of Miami Ice

Then my heart leaps.I have a message from Beckham.

I quickly tap it open, and find myself holding my breath as I read:

Do you think I’m looking good, Cupcake? Or are you referring to my goal?

GAH, HOW DO I ANSWER THIS?

I instantly regret trying to be cool and flirty. I’m so out of my depth here.

HOW DO I ANSWER THIS????

I wish I could text Ella and ask her what I should say. She would know.

But she’s busy with Jordan right now and is not available for a consult.

Crap, crap, crap.

Beckham Bailey is typing …

Oh no! What’s he going to say next? GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

For the record, the answer can be both.

Ooh!

I decide to take a chance on my flirting skills and text him back:

Definitely both.

I hit send and eagerly wait to see what Beckham says next. I don’t have to wait long for his reply:

That’s the answer I was hoping for.

Butterflies. Thousands of them appear in my stomach the second I read his words.

I feel myself relax and I text him back:

It’s the truth.

I exhale. It feels so good to say what I mean, and know the answers are being received by Beckham in a positive way.

Not that the whole situation is clarified, of course, but at least we can flirt and be on the same page as far as that goes.

Beckham Bailey is typing …

What else did you do tonight?

I decide to give him an edited version of my scrolling this evening:

I discovered that athletes are very popular on Connectivity Story Share, as the algorithm decided I needed to be aware of a Premier League footballer named Noah Darby. Also known as Saucy Shorts or Daddy. Perhaps I need to get one of his shirts with hisname and number on the back. Women seem to like this as part of their wardrobe.

Beckham replies:

There’s only one shirt with one name on the back you should be wearing.

Beckham Bailey is typing…

MINE.

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