Page 86 of Mr. Broody

He’s been sending me good morning and good night texts since Tuesday. But other than a few exchanges about his games, we haven’t talked since our first date. I’m not sure what to make of it. I know he’s busy with his profession, or maybe it’s that he’s trying his best to take things slow after what happened that night.

Me too. Tuesday feels forever ago. I’m hanging with Eloise today. Need to see what’s going on with her.

I get it. Bodhi and I are busy today too. Tomorrow night?

And how will you accomplish this?

I sit up in bed and roll my neck. It’s still weird staying in my childhood bedroom.

I’ll handle the logistics, just tell me you’re game.

Now why would you think I wasn’t game?

Good. Now send me a sexy pic.

Yeah… No.

It was worth a try. ;)

My thumbs hover over the phone, unsure what to say.

God, I miss you. I’m not sure how great I’m going to be at this taking it slow thing.

I laugh, lying down on my bed because I feel the same way. I want to fast forward through this dating thing and have the freedom to just be in bed with him right now. Spend the day with him and Bodhi, exploring the city.

Hey, I was looking at your schedule.

I like that.

Like what?

You checking up on me.

He has no idea.

Next Sunday before Thanksgiving, I wanted to take Bodhi out to take some pictures. He seems really interested, and I thought…

Absolutely. Am I invited?

Well…

Great, cockblocked by my own son.

If you buy the snacks, I’ll drive.

I’ll buy the snacks, and I’ll drive.

There’s a problem with that.

??

You don’t have a car.

Yeah I do. I just never drive it. We’ll pick you up for dinner.

How many dates until we can… you know.

??

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