Page 58 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
My phone buzzes.
I yelp like I’ve been electrocuted.
I lunge for it and instantly regret everything.
Because it’s him.
Of course it’s him.
Lucian: Good morning, Liv. Sleep well?
Olivia: . . . not sure. My sister was here and we got drunk. I think she might’ve used my phone.
Lucian: Your sister was visiting Hailey last night. Try again.
I glare at the phone like it just insulted me. “Seriously, Aspen? The one night I need you and you fail me.”
Lucian: No snark? No sarcastic reply? Who are you and what have you done with my favorite grumpy veterinarian?
Olivia: I don’t have time for you today.
Lucian: That’s not what you told me last night.
Olivia: Listen, I was very drunk. Ignore everything I said. Forever.
Lucian: Oh, sweetheart. Not a chance in hell.
Olivia: Lucian.
Lucian: Olivia.
Olivia: I’m serious. Pretend last night NEVER happened.
Lucian: You want me to pretend you didn’t spend an hour teasing me into a full-blown problem?
Olivia: Exactly.
Lucian: You really think I’m going to forget the part where you basically begged me to let you take control?
Olivia: That was not begging. It was me making very bad choices and drinking very questionable wine . . . from a box.
Lucian: You were sexting with me, Liv.
Olivia: That wasn’t sexting.
Lucian: Then what would you call it?
Olivia: Engaging in friendly conversation.
Lucian: Babe, we were two seconds away from discussing exactly how you’d ride my face.
Olivia: GOODBYE.
Lucian: Oh, don’t be shy now. I know you want my cock and I’m willing to give it to you. I’m willing to Do. A. Lot.
Olivia: I was drunk. My judgment was compromised.
Lucian: So you’re telling me Sober Liv doesn’t think about my hands on her body? My mouth teasing her, taking my time, making her beg for it?
