Page 66 of I Can't Help It

He’s awake!

Unless, of course, someone else is using his phone.

Which would be unfortunate.

And very concerning.

Luke: It’s too quiet in here.

Since the chances of his phone being phone-napped are extremely low, I go ahead and reply to him.

Me: Are you implying that I actually DID snore last night?

Luke: To clarify, I was implying that I miss you.

The dots are moving again and then disappear twice before another message comes through.

Luke: It’s crazy how much I miss you.

Cue the internal swooning!

And apparently external swooning, as well, because a giddy squeal tears through me without any warning.

Thank God for texting. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to act nonchalant right now.

Me: Oh yeah?

Luke: You have no idea.

I’m dead.

Time of death? Around 11:15.

Cause of death? Being too weak to resist Luke’s charms.

However, I’m tempted to message back a flirty reply like: “do something about it.”

Do something about it?

Yeah, I’m now realizing the possible response has BOOTY CALL written all over it, so I definitely won’t be sending that text to him.

Luke would never speak to me again.

So, we’re going with a safer option.

Me: Well…

Me: I miss you too.

See? Safe.

An understatement, but safe.

Luke: Oh yeah?

He sends a smirk emoji as well, and I laugh softly at the response.

Me: For sure.

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