Page 80 of Accidentally Amy

Izzy:Okay so random poll question—are you still nervous?

I glanced toward the bedroom but couldn’t see more than the doorway.

She was so weird—I never knew what the hell she was talking about—but for some reason, it made me fucking out of my mind over her. I was obsessed with the unpredictability of her brain.

I answered honestly:No.

Izzy:Oh.

A second passed.

Izzy:Yeah, me, either.

I wasn’t letting her off the hook. I texted,Why are you nervous?

Izzy:So I’m not nervous exactly, maybe just shy…?

I reached down and scratched between Goodyear’s ears and texted,It’s ME. Last week you FaceTimed to prove to me you can do the Napoleon Dynamite dance. If you can do that on camera, you cannot be shy.

Izzy:I think that’s the problem—us, in your apartment after a “date,” is new. Not at all like us in our normal habitat.

I stood. Replied,I get it. So…?

Izzy:So if we’re going to knock boots when you come back, perhaps we should text a little, to remind us of our Iz/Blake friendship roots.

I was smiling again, like a damn fool.You want me to text you before I sex you?

Izzy:Maybe.

I texted,Okay. So HEY, DIPSHIT, you didn’t put your shirt back on, did you?

Izzy:Is that your pre-sex text?

I responded withIt is.

Izzy:I actually just buried myself under your covers as is.

I felt the blood rush from my head. Texted,To clarify—you are half-naked in my bed?

Izzy:Correct. I felt all awkward, waiting for you with no shirt on, so the intelligent next step was to dive and bury.

Blake:That sounds positively canine.

Izzy:I will not make a joke about doggy style.

I tried to focus on my phone and not the images she was putting in my head. I texted,Wise decision, considering your unclothed state and your geographical location.

Izzy:Just because I’m half-nekked in your bed doesn’t mean I’m at your mercy.

It was getting hot in the apartment again.Believe me, I know. May I ask you a question?

Izzy:I’ll allow it.

Blake:How would you like me to proceed? Shall I join you under the sea of blankets, or is there another plan hatching in that cacophonic brain of yours?

Izzy:Confession—the thought of you and I together in this bed makes it hard to breathe.

Something about her confession made my heart twist in my chest, maybe the fact that I felt the same way. I texted,Confession—the thought of you and I together in my bed makes it hard for me to breathe too.

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