Page 39 of The Scandal You Started
Yh it did
Rayna’s fingers hovered over the touchscreen as another minute passed.
Dominic:
It is hard to write on this.
The letters are very small.
But you write very fast.
What is yh?
Rayna let out a slow breath as a reluctant smile spread across her mouth. “Dominic?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
She struggled to roll over under the tightly cinched blanket to face the giant oaf stretched out on it. The light from the lamp next to him and his newly acquired phone illuminated his ruggedly handsome face.
“I’m lying right next to you,” she said slowly. “Why are you messaging me?”
His irises glinted like platters of ancient gold as he smiled proudly. “I am practicing. So you ought to help me by replying to my instant message.”
“Don’t call it‘instant message,’” she muttered, bringing the device back up to her face. “Just say message, or people are gonna think there’s something wrong with you.”
Rayna:
Yh means yeah
Now go to your own room
She peered over the top of her phone and smirked as he slid her a displeased sidelong glance. Instead of commenting on it aloud, he began slowly, with immense concentration, tapping on the screen with one index finger.
Oh my—even Grandpa types faster than that.
At the thought, a fluttering chuckle fell out of her mouth. “Why are you typing like that?”
He paused. “How else am I to write?”
She rolled onto her back and shuffled closer to him. “Hold your phone like this above your face. Put your index fingers on either side, so your thumbs hover over the screen. And cup the back of your phone with the rest of your fingers.”
He watched closely and mimicked the positioning of her hands. Then a frown dragged his brows low. “Now I cannot see any of the letters.”
“That’s a you problem for having such fat thumbs.”
“I do not have fat thumbs, you little witch. They are very normal-sized.”
“Yeah, for a bear.”
“Bears do not have thumbs.”
Just as the last syllable left his mouth, the phone slipped from his blunt fingers and landed smack against his shadowed cheek.
“Sweet mother—” he bit out through a pained grimace.
Rayna threw her head back against her pillow as a loud cackle shook her entire chest. She watched Dominic fumble blindly for the device that had assaulted him until her laugh turned silent and breathless as she struggled for air. Her own phone slipped from her slack fingers.
Dominic slapped the mobile down on the bedding beside him and growled in embarrassment. “You damned witch. How dare you laugh at my pain? Were you aware that would happen? Is that why you made me hold it so?”
