Page 104 of A Little Complicated

What the hell’s a cotton pony?

Mystery Man

No idea.

Me

Did you just Google different terms for a girl’s time of the month?

Mystery Man

I did, and I do not recommend it.

PS- Don’t click on the images.

With a laugh, I type my response.

Me

Look on the bright side. At least I’m not pregnant after the little morsel you gave me.

Mystery Man

Don’t toy with me.

Me

Why? Because pregnancy freaks you out so much?

Mystery Man

Nah, because you love my little morsels. ;) Can you imagine everyone’s faces if I knocked you up?

Me

I hope you’re joking.

Mystery Man

Come on. You’d be a cute mom. Your belly all round and shit.

Keeping my phone above water, I dip my head beneath the surface and scream. Because this guy? Well, it’s been a while since I’ve seen him—er, heard from him. But I know this Maverick all too well. And it’s a little scary being privy to this side of Maverick Buchanan when it’s clear he doesn’t want anything more with me. The one who teases. Who’s thoughtful. Who talks about the future as if he wants one. As if he thinks about it the same way I do despite our agreement to keep things…simple. It gives me hope. And if I’ve learned anything since prom, it’s hope is a dangerous thing.

My phone buzzes in my hand, and I sit up, my head breaking the water’s surface as I gasp for air and read his new message.

Mystery Man

What? No response?

Me

Who are you, and what have you done with Maverick Buchanan?

Mystery Man

Smartass.

Me

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