CHAPTER TWELVE
CAITLIN
Drew
So, what are you up to tonight?
Me
Why?
Drew
Because I was thinking about you and wondering what you were doing.
Me
Why were you thinking about me?
Drew
I think about you a lot. I’ve thought about you, conservatively, ten times an hour since I left your house a few nights ago.
Me
That sounds like an inside thought, not one that requires a text.
Drew
I mean, I really wanted to show up at your house and tell you in person, but I thought you might frown on that. Texting seemed like a reasonable alternative.
Me
I gave you this number for work purposes only.
Drew
I mean, you didn’t exactly give me the number so much as you unblocked me so I could finally text you again.
Me
I blocked you for a reason. Don’t give me a reason to block you again.
Drew
You wouldn’t. Not after I came to your rescue like a knight in shining armor and cooked for you and let you eat all the Chocolate Fudge Brownie even though that’s my favorite.
Me
Wouldn’t I? Try me, Pretty Boy.
Also, it was my ice cream, and I don’t need a knight in shining armor. I’m good.
Drew
I know you mean the nickname as an insult, but I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t do crazy things to me.
Me