Page 204 of Irreversible

Me

Hey.

He reads it almost instantly. My pulse kicks up as I wait for a response.

Isaac

?

I frown.

Me

…I didn’t realize a hello needed more context?

A few seconds roll by as my molars clamp down around the candy.

Isaac

You okay?

Me

Yes.

Then I add:

Me

Thinking of you.

My heartbeats skitter with anticipation.

He’s not really a talker. Or a sharer. Or a texter, probably.

We’d never be the type to go on dinner dates or trade cheesy “good morning” messages. And yet, something about that feels…right. Like whatever we’d have would be raw and real, carved out of moments no one else could understand.

Perfectly imperfect.

His response comes through a minute later.

Isaac

Am I naked?

I pull the candy from my mouth with a popping sound and grin.

Me

You tell me.

Isaac

Easily doable.

I watch his bubbles dip and move, but I send a reply before his message comes through.

Me

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