Page 273 of Filthy Elites

Since we finished on the phone, the last text between us is the picture I sent him.

I feel flushed looking at it, so I delete it from the text chain before I type a message. “You didn’t by chance send flowers to my house today, did you?”

“Flowers?”

“White roses,” I specify just in case this is a playful bit.

“Did they say they were from me?”

“No, they didn’t say who they were from. Obviously it wasn’t you because you don’t know what I’m talking about, so never mind, lol. Maybe one of the nurses sent flowers to Mom and they put the wrong card in or something. I just thought I would ask.”

“I bet. Any excuse to text me,” he sends back with a wink.

Despite myself, I smile like an idiot, sinking back into the pillows. “No.”

“Yes.”

“You’re too perceptive, has anyone ever told you that?” I ask, not bothering to deny it any further.

I can sense him smirking on the other end. “Actually, yes.”

“What are you up to today?” I text back.

“Not much. You?”

“Just hanging out with my mom.”

“What time does she go to bed?” he asks.

“The time varies. Why?”

“Because I want to see you tonight, and I figure you’ll probably want me to wait until she’s in bed.”

My heart speeds up. “You want to see me?”

“At your place. In your room.”

In my room?

I chew on my bottom lip, debating. I would really like to see him, but I don’t usually let people in the house since Mom is sick and we can’t risk germs being brought in.

It would probably be safe to keep him in my room, though. I could bring him straight here and close the door. Mom never comes in here anymore.

What will we do?

My mind wanders to bad places, but we can’t do anything like that. Last night shouldn’t have even happened, but at least it was spontaneous. Tonight would be premeditated. He’s asking me to let him come over, I’ll have all night to think about it…

“What if I say no?” I ask.

“Why would you say no?” he returns.

“Remember that talk we had about how I don’t kiss guys who have girlfriends?”

“Then I won’t kiss you,” he answers. “On the mouth, anyway.”

Oh my god.

That’s a more tempting offer than I want it to be, but I can’t shake knowing it would be wrong.

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