Page 326 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“Shit!” I yelled, bobbling it a little before getting it back under control.

Scott: Rise and shine, Harlow. Get ready. I’m taking you somewhere special today.

Me: Are you on drugs? Do you have any idea what time it is?

Scott: Lol. No drugs. Just coffee.

Me: I’m not going anywhere right now. It’s fucking Saturday morning and it’s not even 8.

Scott: I’m on my way to your apartment.

He was on his way to my apartment? Was he joking with me right now?

Hell no. I didn’t care how persistent he was. I wasn’t going anywhere but back to dreamland.

Me: I fucking knew it was a bad idea for you to have my address.

Two days of him having the information, and he was already using it for outright evil purposes.

Scott: Get dressed, Harlow. I’ve got a surprise for you.

A surprise? Even though it was too goddamn early, I was intrigued. I really fucking liked surprises.

Me: Does it include breakfast and coffee?

Scott: Yep. I just added it to the already awesome list of things I’m doing with Harlow today.

Ugh. There’s a list of awesome? It shouldn’t have been sounding better by the second, but goddammit, it was.

Me: I kind of hate you right now.

Scott: No, you don’t. And stop texting me. Get your cute ass out of bed. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.

Me: Thirty minutes?! Fucking hell.

Scott: Less texting and more dressing.

I giggled at the irony of his words and sat up in my bed and typed out another message.

Me: This is the first time you’ve ever encouraged me to put clothes on. It feels like a momentous occasion.

Scott: Because today is important. And it’s our first official date.

Me: We’ve been on a date before.

Scott: Um, no. I’m pretty sure you’ve blandly called everything we’ve done so far, outside of the sex, “hanging out.”

Me: That’s a technicality. Besides, does it have to be at 8 in the morning?

Scott: Yes. And I promise, you’re going to have fun today.

Me: What kind of fun? I mean, what if what you have planned isn’t something I’d find fun? You should just tell me what it is, and then I’ll decide if it’s worth getting out of bed for.

Scott: Get dressed, Harlow.

He wasn’t giving in, and I couldn’t stop my curiosity from getting the best of me. Goddammit. He was a genius. I sighed out loud and threw my comforter off of my legs and removed my ass from my mattress.

With my hands held above my head, I stretched out the kinks and creaks from my muscles, and, while drumming up the motivation to hop in the shower, I sent him one last text message.