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From: DMont95

Subject: six days

Hi, Em.

To: EBStyles

From: DMont95

Subject: five days

You know what I haven’t been able to stop thinking about? We didn’t kiss when I showed up that night. Not once.

To: EBStyles

From: DMont95

Subject: four fucking days

I miss your voice. Your face. I would give anything to have you glaring at me right now. Time is a bitch.

To: EBStyles

From: DMont95

Subject: still four days

Night, Em. <3

Emerson

“So what is this?” I point to the exact spot on the screen that has my heart hammering, phone screen pointed directly in front of the cam so he can get a good, long look at the fuckery there.

“That would be a less than symbol and a three, put together to create a millennial heart.”

I pull the phone away and look at the screen again before rolling my eyes and huffing.

“But what does it mean, Jesse? What does any of this mean.”

Jesse laughs, fully amused at my freakout. “It means, dear baby brother, that Dillon has the hots for you.”

“So it is some kind of archaic code for sex?”

My brother narrows his eyes, an amused smile like I'm the biggest dumbass to ever walk the earth. “It means he's got it bad. Means he's counting down the days until he's home. It means that you have… What did it say? Four days to figure out if you little heart him back.”

To: DMont95

From: EBStyles

Subject: what's up?

Hi. Seems you found your email after all. Your little heart moment gave me heart palpitations. Would it be too forward of me to say that I want your little heart AND your big dick?

I groan. I delete the whole message, and Eleanor flicks her tail on the bed next to me. I run a hand down her back before trying again.

To:DMont95

From: EBStyles