Page 44 of Your Pace Or Mine

Later, curled up on my couch in my pajamas, I text Sebastian before I get too bogged down in my thoughts.

What’s up? Who’s your lucky lady tonight?

No lady, unless you count the woman who delivered my food order.

Aw, that’s too bad. Losing your touch?

I think you were impressed enough by my touch last weekend.

I walked into that one.

You did. So what are you up to?

We went out for Laurel and Cal’s birthdays and now I’m home on my couch.

I thought you were going to drag me along to that.

Laurel said I was welcome to bring Sebastian, but taking the guy you’re casually sleeping with to an intimate gathering of friends feels like a relationship thing.

Sorry! I thought you wouldn’t be interested and that you’d have plans.

I would have invited you if there was karaoke. I know it’s your favorite.

Yes, I long to sing poorly in front of a bunch of drunk people. How did you know?

I can read your mind.

So what am I thinking now?

This feels like a trick question. Do I joke around with him or toss something racy into the chat? I thought doing this with a friend would mean fewer mind games than regular dating, but apparently overthinking comes with the territory when sex is involved.

I’m not sure the things going through your mind should be put into this chat, Bash. My phone can’t handle that much nudity. It only goes up to PG-13.

He sends me a GIF that says “CENSORED.”

I knew it.

You kill me, Ash. But yeah, I can’t deny my mind went there.

Want to come over then?

Aren’t you getting up at the crack of dawn to run?

I am, and you can too. I bet you can’t wait to debut your fancy new running clothes.

You’re really winning me over.

Should I be offended that showing off your exercise wear is more enticing than I am?

That is most definitely not the case.

So, you’re coming over then?

Be there soon.

Miss Midtown Reel (with transcript)

Miss Midtown appears in a Friends T-shirt.