Page 12 of Hate To Love You
Suddenly his next message pops up:
Hate2LoveU
I guess I can live with turquoise. Question is, can you live with the fact that I fart lightning bolts? That’s my real ass, by the way. I’m a cartoon.
Liam chokes on a laugh as he bites his knuckles to keep it from coming out too loudly.
Okay. He’s definitely overthinking. This guy is locked in.
TongueTiedInKnots
Wow. Impressive.
Hate2LoveU
What is? My god-given gift to fart lightning? Or my cartoon butt?
TongueTiedInKnots
How about the fact that you just turned my worst day into the best day of my summer?
The three dots of Hate2LoveU typing wiggle on the screen as Liam finds himself returned to his bed, feet dancing excitedly in the air behind him.
Hate2LoveU
Oh, this is nothing. Give me a few more days, I’ll make this your best week.
Liam’s heart is nearly floating out of his chest.
TongueTiedInKnots
For someone whose name has “hate” in it, you sure do know how to make a guy feel good.
Hate2LoveU
For someone whose nickname is “tongue tied”, you sure do have just the right words to make this boy’s heart race.
Liam bites his lip again as he reads the words over and over.
He makes his heart race.
This guy with lightning bolt butt cheeks.
He’d be lying if he said his heart wasn’t racing, too. For some reason, his usual doubts and skepticism feel so far away. Whatever instinct inside Liam that used to raise ten red flags immediately when he began chatting to a potential date is long gone.
He feels perfectly at ease with this faceless, funny, smart, and sensitive guy whose real name he still can’t fathom.
As the minutes roll by, he continues trading message after message with Hate2LoveU. The flirting gives way to an interesting debate about who is the strongest Greek god or goddess. Then they talk about the stars, which both of them can see out their windows. Nothing else in the whole world seems to concern either of them other than each other.
It’s the perfect ending to an otherwise terrible day.
TongueTiedInKnots
Goodnight, Hater.
Hate2LoveU
Nighty night, Fireball.
