I frowned and typed,How am I supposed to prove it?
A photo should do it.
I snapped a quick picture of my neatly made bed. Hit send.
Please, every man in the middle of a midlife crisis has those navy bedsheets.
I felt my smile. Ignored it as I typed:Fuck off.
A selfie or nothing, she wrote back quickly.
Flipping the camera I took a quick picture. Shirt off. And hit send before I could think better of it.
A bang sounded through the wall. Something heavy hitting the floor.
Then a few seconds later.I didn’t mean nudes. Yuck.
You can’t even see my nipples.
Type nipples one more time and I’ll block you for sexual harassment.
I lay down on my bed and typed:Noted.Then,Is that a yes then?
We agreed I had until tomorrow.
The delay is pointless when you’re going to say yes, I wrote.
How could you know that?
Because you’re a great baker and deserve the prize money.A second later I added,And because you’re too nice for your own good.
No, I’m not.Another bang. Definitely a balled-up fist hitting the wall.
I grinned and knocked back.Didn’t mean to offend you.
Cameron always said I was too nice, that I let people walk all over me.
Then prove him wrong.
9
Alistair
Heather: Alistair, I can’t take it anymore. I waited all night. You’re dating Isla. Real or not real?
Heather: I’m your sister, I have a right to know.
Alistair: Not sure that’s how it works.
Callum: That’s definitely a yes.
Heather: Why didn’t you tell me?
Callum: Maybe because he knew you’d be weird.
Alistair: That’s exactly why. I’m the smart sibling remember.
Callum: Smart? Remember the time you nearly swallowed a battery?