What kind of things?
Drew
Sexy things. Very, very sexy things.
Things that would for sure get me blocked again if I told you about them.
Me
Then probably better you don’t tell me.
Drew
Probably. That way you can spend the rest of the night thinking about it.
Me
It’s pretty presumptuous to assume I think about you at all.
Drew
Is it though? I saw the way you looked when you thought I was about to kiss you the other night on your couch. The way your eyes flashed. That sexy little inhale, like you were ready to feel my lips on yours.
You wanted me to kiss you, Princess, and fuck, I really wanted to kiss you too.
Me
I admit nothing but let’s say, for argument’s sake, I did want you to kiss me. Why didn’t you?
Drew
Because you expected me to, and I like doing the unexpected around you.
Me
Like how you stood me up instead of doing the reasonable thing and texting me to say something important came up and you couldn’t make it? That was pretty unexpected.
Drew
That was the bad kind of unexpected. The kind of unexpected I’ll keep apologizing for as long as you want me to. Any way you want.
Me
Any way I want?
Drew
Name it. You want me to apologize on my knees? Done. Crawl for you? Love to.
Me
You would crawl for me?
Drew
It would be my fucking pleasure.
“There you are!”