Page 60 of Muddy Messy Love

You could have called, you know. I wouldn’t have minded.

The million knots in my shoulders untie, and my heart swells.

Me:

You might not realise this, but my generation doesn’t call people. That’s just plain creepy.

Cole:

Ha-ha. I object to the inference a nine-year age gap is a generation, but like I said, if you ever need anything, I’m here.

He’s here. He did say that. At the lookout after I told him Beth was leaving. Only, I thought he meant if I needed something—not simply him.

Me:

I appreciate that.

Cole:

I haven’t stopped thinking about you. About the other night.

Tell me about it. I shiver at the memory.

Me:

In a good way or with soul-crushing regret?

Cole:

Definitely the latter, hence why I’m texting you. Obviously.

I laugh at that.

Me:

Wow. Sarcasm and use of the word hence without a trace of geek. I’m impressed.

But then I second guess myself.

Me:

You were being sarcastic, right?

Cole:

What do you think?

Me:

I think about everything. All the time. The good, the bad, and the horrible. It’s one of my worst traits, hence why I asked.

Cole:

You’re definitely the loudest thinker I’ve met, but it’s probably because you’re smart, and personally, I find it cute. Especially when your mouth does that crooked little scowl. But yes, Avery, I’ve been thinking about you in the best way.

The best way. I pinch my wrist to make sure I’m awake. He could be onto something too. I mean, I doubt dumb people spend their time overthinking. And he finds it cute?Me…cute? Grinning, I read the message again, feeling like I’m toffee melting in the sun. But I don’t scowl, do I? Before I can deny the claim, another message pops up.

Cole:

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