Page 60 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns

---

The pure arrogance in his smirk when he knows he’s getting under my skin.

Which is bad.

Because I don’t do reckless.

I do plans.

I do schedules.

I do think things through before making life-altering choices.

And Lucian Crawford?

He is a walking, talking, absurdly attractive definition of a bad idea.

A very bad idea.

Chapter Eighteen

Lucian: Just checking in. You still hungover or have you recovered?

Olivia: I’ve survived worse.

Lucian: Mmm. Impressive. Would’ve thought last night would do you in.

Olivia: You mean the part where I drank too much, made bad choices, and woke up to regret? Or the part where I let myself get dragged into your nonsense and now have to live with the consequences?

Lucian: If you say consequences like that’s bad, I might start feeling insulted.

Olivia: Oh, no. However, will you survive?

Lucian: It’s tough. Truly. But I am strong. I will endure.

Olivia: Please stop it.

Lucian: You first.

Olivia: Unbelievable, you’re the one who texted me. Consider this conversation over.

Lucian: It can’t be over.

Lucian: Also. You never said thank you.

Olivia: What are you talking about?

Lucian: For last night. I was very gentle.

Olivia: That’s your definition of gentle?

Lucian: I didn’t send the screenshots to the group chat. That counts as restraint.

Olivia: We don’t have a group chat.

Lucian: I have one with my family and we like to share. We’re messy like that.

Olivia: You share sexts?

Lucian: No, which is why I didn’t share.

---