Page 41 of Dirty Dix

What?

The wait between replies is killing me, but thankfully, I don’t have to wait too long.

Confused. Why didn’t you call?

Well, this punch line is worse than mine.

I really am an insensitive asshole to think I can just contact her after so many weeks and expect her to laugh and swoon at my lame-ass jokes. I owe her the truth, and I also owe her an apology.

I’m sorry. I’m a jerk.

She replies within seconds.Yes, you are.

Her simple reply is a clear indication of her leaving the ball in my court. Pondering what to say, I know this is my moment of glory.

I was fucking,but I quickly erase that and settle for,I was kind of seeing someone.

My finger hesitates over the send button, but I press it and hold my breath.

Minutes tick by, and I’m just about to text her again when she replies.

Was?

I let out a relieved breath, glad her response didn’t involve the words, “fuck you, asshat.”

Yes.

It’s too complicated to explain via text without sounding like a sick, sex-crazed maniac. So in this instance, yes will have to suffice.

Me too.

Oh?I reply quickly.

Well, seeing as I just saw him tonight.

No guessing whom.

Oh, you and Damon?I reply, not able to type his name without wanting to stab myself in the eyes.

You know his name is David, she replies, calling me out on my bluff.

And yes, she adds a second later.

My teeth clench at the thought of that giganotosaurus touching her, but I remain composed as I write back.

Congratulations, I reply, but in reality, I really want to say, “I hope he catches yellow fever and dies.”

Thanks. He’s actually my personal trainer.

I clench my fingers around the phone as I picture David sporting serious wood while watching her work out in her skimpy tight gym clothes. But I decide to play it cool.

Explains a lot.

Was that a compliment or an insult?she replies, and I let out a chuckle.

Definitely a compliment.

I know, I know, she’s in a relationship, but a little harmless flirting won’t hurt.

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