Page 30 of Sliding Into Love
You don’t remember anything else?
Well… I’m reading my texts now. And I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.
The unease lying heavy in Ivy’s chest since reading the note loosened slightly.
It’s ok. Nobody ever calls me pretty.
It was kind of weird, but it’s returnable.
Shit, I’m sorry.
It’s fine! pain meds make everyone act a little weird.
I really am sorry about all of it.
I do think you’re pretty, though.
But that’s not how I wanted to tell you.
SHIT. But I guess now you know?
Sorry.
I think you’re pretty too.
Can you do the return process and forward the label to my email so I can send it back?
I don’t think anyone has ever called me pretty before.
It’s true. But focus.
Your phone seems unreliable. You should keep the chargers. Think of it as a safety measure if nothing else.
I don’t have the chance to buy gifts for anyone.
New pain formed in Ivy’s chest at his words. Maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to accept a gift. This once.
I guess the chargers are okay. thank you. is there something I can do for you?
Ivy thought ofseveralthings she’d like to dotohim, but maybe she should keep those to herself.
I looked back at my account and pain-meds Ethan is right.
I would like to talk to you more. If that’s okay.
It’s been great texting you.
Ivy’s heart broke a little more. Ethan was lonely.
I can do that.
Are you… okay?
The three little dots appeared and disappeared so many times, she put her phone down and left the room for a while.
I think I’m better since I met you.
“Ethan!” A voice chirped. An Indian woman in a white coat approached Ethan as he sat in a chair outside an exam room, scrolling through his messages with Ivy. “Are you ready?”
