You’re talking to a man with little sleep over here.
Devin:
Flirt
Me:
Not flirting. Just truth.
Can’t sleep.
This bed’s too damn empty without you in it.
Devin:
Mine feels pretty empty, too.
Me:
We need to rectify that.
Devin:
Won’t be much longer.
Me:
I’m done waiting.
Devin:
Oh, really? And what exactly are you planning to do about it?
My thumb hoveredover the keyboard as I stared at her message, smirking like an idiot in the dark. I could lie. I could keep it light and tell her I’ll deal. But we’re past that now. I wanted something more, and I had a feeling she felt the same.
Me:
You’ll see soon enough.
Devin:
Oh?
Me:
I want you in my bed every night, Dev.
Not just on the weekends.
Three blinking dots pop up,disappear, come back again. I can picture her in her bed, biting her lip, debating what to say.
Devin:
You’re serious?
Me:
Dead serious.
