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What’s the dating situation over there?
The dating situation or my dating situation?
There was a difference, and so the question had to be asked. I already knew from Lucas she didn’t currently have a boyfriend and assumed she already knew I wasn’t in a relationship either.
I waited what felt like hours for that response. And then finally she texted.
Yours
So maybe she hadn’t asked Charlee and Lucas after all.
Ah, well. No girlfriend. If that’s what you’re asking.
It is.
She didn’t follow that one up, so I dove in next already knowing the answer.
How about you?
Nope
And with that, the stage had been set. Whereas our messages all week were innocuous, getting-to-know-each-other type stuff without really knowing where this was headed, since yesterday, our texts had taken on a much flirtier tone.
This was getting interesting, that was for certain.
I texted her now.
Speaking of secrets, tell me one about you.
Either she didn’t want to answer, was momentarily distracted, or I’d pushed too hard. It was difficult getting to know someone over text. I envied Lucas, who had gone about finding a girlfriend the right way. Moving back home. Reconnecting with his ex. Falling in love with her again. Though I personally didn’t think he had ever stopped loving Charlee.
Ever since Lucas and I met, I’d heard her name way more often than I should have given that the woman was just a high school sweetheart. Now the two of them practically lived together, and Lucas had admitted he wanted to ask her to marry him but was just waiting to figure out how to make it perfect. He wanted to “think of something good,” which should be interesting, since I wouldn’t normally put Lucas and romantic grand gestures in the same sentence.
She was typing.
Those text bubbles taunted me morning, day, and night, especially when I could see her on there, knowing something was about to come through. Who said long-distance relationships were dull? Not that we were in a relationship. Yet.
Here’s one. I like you. A lot.
Hell, yeah.
I like you a lot too.
Bring. It. On.
CHAPTER SEVEN
zoe
“You are one hundred percent sure?” Charlee asked through the phone. It was on speaker while I cleaned up my takeout. I’d told Charlee and Natalie I was fine, that I did not need to join them for dinner, but the two of them still tag teamed me. Called as soon as they were finished to see if they could drag me to Boots and Brews.
“One thousand percent.”
“You won’t be a third wheel.”
