“So when are you spending the night with me again?” he asked.
“I knew that was coming.”
“Well?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
“You are a sweet torture, Riley Dawn Martin.”
FOUR HOURS LATER
Rhys:Jackson just texted me. He and Rachel decided to kick it old school and have a pasture party tonight. They want us to come.
Me:I would love to!
Rhys:What about our plans to go out to eat?
Me:I’ll grab something here before you pick me up. No biggie.
Rhys:Then I’ll let Jackson know we’ll be there.
Me:Do you know if everyone’s bringing snacks?
Rhys:They are. We’ll grab some on the way.
Me:This is going to be so much fun!
Rhys:No doubt about it.
Me:
Rhys:What have you been doing since we hung up earlier?
Me: I cleaned my momma and daddy’s house and did their laundry so they can relax this weekend.
Rhys:That was sweet of you.
Me:Now I’m doing this.
I took a quick selfie and texted it to Rhys.
Rhys:You’re torturing me again.
Me:Like my pink bikini?
Rhys:I love it. Damn.
Me:Wish you could come over and swim with me. The water feels amazing.
Rhys:I’d do more than swim with you.
Me:Send me a picture of you.
Rhys:I’m covered in sweat.
Me:Don’t mind a bit.
Rhys:Hang on.