“Come over.”
I hit send before I lose my nerve. I was horny, and it gets quite lonely living in an apartment all by myself.
Thirty minutes later, just as I was starting to lose hope, my phone buzzed.
“Woah. Demanding.”
Ten seconds later I get a follow-up message… “I wish I could. But I’m right in the middle of a project.” He’s a graphic designer. He works from home. Thus, still working at 9 pm on a Monday night.
I send the ubiquitous eggplant-tongue emoji combo.
Thirty seconds after that… “Well you could hide under my desk if you want. But that might make working kind of hard.”
“I like making things hard,” I shoot back, “See you in thirty minutes.”
Heart-eyes emoji comes back ten seconds later. Is that a yes or no?
“So you know I’m actually coming over, right?”
“You’re fun. I’m making you a pillow fort.”
Game on. I hop in the shower quickly before making the five-minute drive in yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt with only a little bralette underneath.