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My fingers are already pulling up the menu. “What do you want?”

“Surprise me. I’m not picky.”

When he’s gone, I scroll through the different food options, my attention constantly snagging on the bed. It’s not like we haven’t been intimate—sort of. I’m being silly.

But this isn’t a heat of the moment thing, or a feeling vulnerable and he’s comforting me kind of thing. Getting into bed to sleep feels more deliberate.

I groan. I’m definitely overthinking this. It’s just a bed, and we’re adults.

Well, he might be an adult. I feel like a giant walking hormone when he’s around. Annoyed with myself, I grab my phone to order two burgers, frowning when I see the battery is low. Again? I fully charged it in the airport lounge before we got on the plane and I’ve barely used it.

Frustrated I fish my charger out of the bag and plug the phone in at the desk.

My phone buzzes instantly.

Hannah: You’re viral.

Me: What’s viral?

Hannah: You getting punched. I would have cried.

Me: No, you wouldn’t. You’d have screamed like you do when you’re driving and get cut off.

Hannah: You might be right.

Me: You were joking about the viral thing, right?

Hannah: Nope. I saw it on Snaptik.

My stomach plummets.

Hannah: Send me a pic. I want to see the bruise.

Me: There’s really nothing to see.

Hannah: How’s Operation Towel Drop progressing

How do I answer that?

What’s going on with Liev feels so much deeper than when she and I were joking in the coffee shop.

Me: I haven’t dropped my towel

Hannah: Boooooooo

I laugh.

Me: But I did finally….

Hannah: You had sex with him?

I feel silly texting this.

Me: No, but I think it’s only a matter of time.

Hannah: Go for it

I smile.