“Yes. Easy to listen to.” My cheeks went pink with that statement, which was really annoying.
“Thank you.”
“So how do I put this video on our page?” I asked.
“You can share the administrator password with me and I can put it on.”
“Um…yeah, okay.”
“Are you not allowed to?”
“Yeah, not really.” I’d been asked not to share it when Erin gave it to me. But Asher had just put hours into this video. I knew he had. No matter how easy he said it would be.
“I can just give you my YouTube password and you can upload it yourself, if you’d rather,” he said.
A large smile took over my face.It’s just a password, Wren, not his firstborn.“I’m sure I would have no idea how to do that. I’ll text you the password. But don’t tell Erin I gave it to you. And don’t post weird things on the page.”
“Like doggie porn or something?”
“You didnotjust say that.”
“I meant dogs, just dogs, not humans and—”
I let out a small scream. “Please! Stop while you’re ahead. Your sweet, innocent image is evaporating.”
“If it helps, my face is bright red right now.”
I laughed. “That actually does help.”
“Sometimes I speak before I think.”
“You do? I hadn’t noticed.”
“You’re not a very good liar.”
I went quiet as he reminded me that yes, I actually was a good liar and I hated that.
I must’ve groaned because he asked, “What’s wrong?”
“My stomach is bothering me. Dairy.”
“Dairy?”
“Me and dairy don’t get along.”
“But…” He trailed off.
But what? What had I said? My mind spun as my stomach flipped.
“I thought you liked coffee with loads of cream. That’s what I ordered you.”
Right. Gemma. Stupid Gemma, always ruining it. “Yes, I do. For sure. I think it was expired or something.” I hated myself.
“I’m sorry. If you’re not feeling well, I’ll let you go.”
“No!” I blurted out. “I mean, it’s nice talking to someone, it’s a good distraction from the pain.”
“Okay.”