Page 109 of Accidentally Amy

Blake:Fine. I think I might miss you (either that or I need some Tums).

Izzy:Can’t you miss me AND need Tums?

Blake:I miss you and need a Tum.

Izzy:I can bring you one.

Blake:Without GTA temptation?

Izzy:Hmmm…

Blake:It’s only been 30 minutes since you dropped me off. I say we hold off on the Tum delivery.

Izzy:LMK if you change your mind.

Blake:Will do. I have a meeting in a few minutes so I should probably go.

Izzy:I think I’m going to miss you. Or need a Tum.

Blake:Not “think,” Iz—you KNOW. Try it again—all together this time.

Izzy:I know I’m going to miss you, Phillips.

Blake:Ditto, Shay.

11:15 a.m.

Izzy:You should come over for lunch. I’ll make you something with the ketchup, soy sauce, and American cheese in my fridge if you’re nice to me.

Blake:Damn, girl, you really know how to tempt a guy.

Izzy:Right? And I’m wearing my grandma’s housecoat at the moment, so I’ll even look sexy AF while I cook.

Blake:SO tempting, but I have no car, remember?

Izzy:I could come get you…

Blake:I have a meeting at 1:15, so there isn’t really enough time.

Izzy:What if I make you ACTUAL food and I wear ACTUAL clothes? Then would you be interested?

Blake:Baby, you could wear any-fucking-thing, serving any-ass-food, and I would be frothing-at-the-mouth interested.

Izzy:Ooh—I’m “baby” again. Will you say it NOW?

Blake:NO.

Izzy:Pleeeeeeeeease?

Blake:What do I get if I say it?

Izzy:My mouth on your…

Blake:…my what?? My WHAT, SHAY????

Izzy:Say it and I’ll tell you.

Blake:SIGH. Ahem. “Are you lost, baby girl?”

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