Page 31 of I Love You, So What?

Troy:You.

Fuck.

Me.

My best friend stares at me, a range of emotions on his face–confusion, curiosity, amusement.

“You’re smiling. At your phone. It’s the middle of the night in Costa Rica, so I highly doubt it’s Maci on the other end.”

I cut off my smile, biting into my lip and saying nothing. He chuckles and focuses back on the song he’s writing.

Me:Morning person or night person?I take another turn so I don’t have to respond to his answer.

Troy:All of the above. Plus the middle of the day. You?

Of course he would say that.

Me:Hmmm. Middle of the night? That in between where you’re on the edge of being asleep where it feels like a dream, and you’re a little more willing to do something you usually wouldn’t.

Troy:Hmm. I like that answer.

He seems surprised. To be honest, I am too.

Me:Your turn.

Troy:Favorite color?

Me:What kind of answer are you looking for here? Sheets? Condoms? Underwear?

Troy:I’m looking for you to tell me you’ll go buy red lingerie for every day of the week.

Me:Is that what does it for you? Haha

Troy:When it’s on you, fuck yes.

Me:Noted.

Troy:What turns you on the most?

Me:I think you should figure out the answer to that one all on your own.

Troy:Challenge accepted.

Troy:At least help me out a little. Have you been having fun?

Troy:In bed.

Troy:With me.

Me:You know the answer to that.

Troy:Yeah, the sex is great, but you can tell me specifically what you like. If this is only going to be that, the least I can do is make sure it’s worth your while.

Me:I don’t know.

Troy:You’re telling me the queen of honest, unfiltered opinions, once again has no opinion when it comes to me.

Me:I have an opinion.

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