Page 122 of Changing Rules

Xander:

Want to go to the dog park with Milo and me tomorrow?

I type my reply.

Me:

What time?

His response is immediate.

Xander:

6 p.m.?

Me:

Sounds great. Meet you there

I take a sip of water, eyes glued to the screen. I know him well enough to expect another text shortly. That’s how he’s always been with me. And honestly? I don’t mind. Since I unblocked his number more than a week ago, texting him has become part of my routine.

As expected, another text pops up, and I smile.

Xander:

Any fun plans for tonight?

Me:

Listening to an audiobook, then watching something on Netflix

Xander:

Audiobooks sound like a new development. What is your book about?

Me:

Werewolves

Xander:

Definitely a new development :) Mind sharing with the class?

I bite my bottom lip to stifle a laugh. He has no idea what’s coming his way.

Me:

Nope. Pretty sure you won’t be into knotting

While I wait for his reply, I wash my glass, grab an apple from the bowl on the counter, and head to my bedroom.

His next several texts come in a string, my phone dinging with one notification after the other. Grinning, I unlock my phone, and as I read the first message, I burst out laughing.

Xander:

I AM TRAUMATIZED

Xander:

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