Page 52 of Simply Yours

I thought you said you weren’t drunk.

I’m not.

Hammered = Drunk.

Maybe just a bit?

She exhaled, shaking her head with a sad smile. Classic Jason—never fully admitting to anything.

Well, don’t get so drunk you puke – and if you need to talk, I’m here.

Another beat of silence before his response appeared.

Can’t call.

I wanna tho.

But they’ll hear me say mushy stuff to you…

Her lips twitched despite the heaviness in her chest.

Awww. You’re a sweet drunk.

It’s MY mushy stuff – mine and yours.

Her fingers hesitated before she typed.

I adore your mushiness, Jason.

I wanna check out your mushiness.

A laugh escaped her, soft but real.

Would you be mad if I sprayed you with the hose again someday and just stared at you in awe?

She could almost hear the teasing lilt in his voice, see the mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.

Depends.

Oh?

Well, if it’s years from now – then yes.

You’d be mad?

Ooooh! Yeah, I like us playing. I’d be mad, too!

Hostile.

Like super-dooper-angry.

Hangry mad.

She rolled her eyes, biting her lip to keep from snorting in laughter at his comments. Who knew stuffy, serious Jason was actually this sweet?

Why don’t we have Cheetos at the farm?

Her eyebrows lifted. Oh, he was really drunk. He hated Cheetos with a passion.

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