Page 67 of You Float My Boat

Violet:

I’ll look forward to it.

Charlie:

Good night, Violet Brooks x

Violet:

Good night, Charlie.

Carefully, I placed my phone on the nightstand.

Tucking my hand underneath my head, I lay there and watched to see if the screen would light up with one more message. Just one more.Skippity skippity skip, went my heart as we waited.

The screen stayed dark long enough for me to know another message wasn’t coming, so I picked it back upagain and scrolled to the beginning. There was something about the way he used my full name with the x on the end, and as I reached it, I went right back to the top again.

After the fifth time, my cheeks were aching so much from the width of my smile, that I had to put it down and go fetch a glass of water. Slipping back into bed, I put the screen face down and turned off the bedside lamp. George Eliot would have to wait, a new author had taken my attention tonight, and if I was lucky I would meet him in my dreams. The only place Charlie Masterson had ever been.

It didn’t occur to me that perhaps my dreams were starting to become reality.

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