Page 31 of Heart Strain

A little bit of the weight on my chest lifts, and I type back with a small smile on my face.

Me: Are you sure you wanna do that? It didn’t look like you knew how to boil water tonight.

“Holds?”

Oh whoops, forgot I was on the phone.“Hey, I’m still here. Jameson texted me.”

“What’d it say?”

My phone beeps again, so I ignore Gavin to look.

Jameson: You’re the one that told me to fill it that high. I was following directions like a good sous chef.

I laugh and tell Gav, “Sorry, hold on a sec. He’s still texting me.”

Gavin says, “If I don’t answer when you’re done, I fell asleep.”

I grin and make kissy noises into the phone at him.

Me: All I said was “fill the pot” not how high to fill it.

Me: I’ll help you tomorrow so you don’t set yourself on fire.

Jameson: You’re a jackass.

Me: Maybe, but I know how to cook.

Jameson: Jackass.

Gavin ends up falling asleep an hour later and Jameson is still sending texts every few minutes. I fall asleep with my dog on my stomach, my phone on my chest, and a small grin on my face.

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