I am. Is everything okay?
I have a question.
I’m all ears.
Great, but firstly, I want to say sorry for how I snapped last night. That was wrong of me.
I get it, you don’t need to say sorry to me.
I watched the three dots dance rapidly on the screen as I waited to see what else he wanted to say.
I know what you thought was true hurt you. It wouldn’t be fair of me to hold your words against you.
Now, what was the question you wanted to ask me?
Would you like to be my plus one at Kayla’s wedding?
Are you asking me on a date, Miss Ryton?
No… You’ll be my plus one. Just as friends.
Are you sure? It sounds like a date to me.
Is that a yes?
That shouldn’t even be a question, cupcake.
Will Kayla be alright with you asking me?
She added you to the guestlist before I even sent this message.
Send me all the details, and I’ll be there.
Do you need me to pick you up?
I’ll be with Kayla the night before, but if you want, you can stay here with Liam instead of Harry and bring him with you.
I’d love to.
Do you want to come over today? He wants to practice a little in the garden. He could use a goalie.
I’ll be over at 1.
See you then.
When I place the phone down on the desk a second later, I can’t hide the soft smile that plays on my lips.
“So?” Kayla leaned forward, waiting anxiously.
“He’s coming to the wedding.”
“Yes! Just call me a matchmaker!” She clapped her hands together in delight.
“As friends,” I clarified, rolling my eyes as I picked up my pencil. “Nothing romantic about it.”
“You just wait. That man doesn’t just want to rip your clothes off, he wants to love you every single day for the rest of his life, can’t you see that?”
I ignored her question. “He’s going back to Spain.”