Page 7 of Devoted

Zeke

cheeky shit

a gentleman never tells his age. But, if I were to tell you, I’d say I appear to be around thirty-five.

I rolled my eyes. “Appear to be.”Zeke had a funny way of expressing himself sometimes. Thirty-five was only a year older than me…

Doesn’t matter, Sam. Don’t go there.

Sam

a gentleman? is that what you’re claiming to be?

There was a long pause before Zeke’s response appeared.

Zeke

I’m the perfect gentleman

unless the situation calls for me to be something else

I sat back, fanning my suddenly hot cheeks. Was Zeke…flirting with me?

Pull it together, Sam.This was an online friendship, nothing more. Besides, I didn’t even know what this guy looked like. Knowing my luck, he was a balding man in his sixties who lived in his parents’ house. There was no reason for me to be imaginingjust what situations might call for ungentlemanly behaviour.

Or what said behaviour might look like.

Apparently I fanned myself for too long, Zeke misinterpreting my silence.

Zeke

fuck, was that inappropriate?

I’m sorry, I don’t have much of a filter

I smiled softly.

Sam

I like your lack of filter.

Zeke

phew

I haven’t scared you off then?

Scared me off? Jesus, if anyone should be scared it was Zeke. The speed at which my brain was forming an attachment to him was unnerving.

Sam

impossible

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Ezekiel

“Ooh Jelly Babies.”

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