As I changed into comfier clothes, my phone buzzed.
Adair
Open your bathroom door?
I read it twice, then hesitantly stepped toward the door and turned the knob, banging my head against the wood when it didn’t turn.
Without looking, I turned the lock and tried again.
I opened it slowly and met Adair’s eyes through the space.
He was already lying on top of his quilt, phone in hand, foot propped back up.
My phone buzzed again.
Adair
Think we should get you a key code lock for that door too?
My lips twitched at his teasing. Three dots danced on the screen, and I had the feeling Adair was someone who would abandon his message if he saw me typing, so I waited.
Adair
I followed my heart, and it led me to the beach* What’s best for sleeping: silence or music?
I debated writing the question on a note, as per custom, but I wasn’t sure the physics of making it into a little paper airplane and sending it to you would’ve worked in my favor.
Leaning against the open doorway, I glanced up at him, and couldn’t help but smile as I texted him back.
Music.
The light from his phone was reflected in his glasses as he read the message. The bathroom wasn’t so big that we couldn’t speak to each other, but this felt so much moreus. And a little easier for my strung-out nerves to handle.
I had the feeling he knew that.
Adair
Do you have a playlist of the songs you’re using in your ballroom class?
I glanced up at him, then back at my phone.
Yes
Adair
Don’t make me beg, Indigo. Because I will.
My knees fucking wobbled.Wobbled.Bracing more of my weight against the doorframe, I copied the link to my playlist with shaky fingers and sent it to him.
Adair
Thank you.
Sweet dreams.
A brief pause, and then one more buzz.
Adair
