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“Now it’s Dante,” my mom said.
“Mhm.”
“I’ll give you some privacy. Don’t think I can take your goofy grin and hearts in your eyes. I certainly don’t want to watch you take pics of your titties to send him.”
“Mom! Oh, my gosh.”
“What? I mean, that’s something you should do in your bedroom. But if he sends a dick pic, I’m not squeamish about such things if you want to show me.”
“You are disgusting. You know that, right?” I totally blamed Auntie Jaynee for my mother’s perversions. They were both convinced they could look and drool over any guy so long as they were faithful to their men.
She laughed while holding her belly. “Oh, mija. You’re so cute and innocent.”
“Whatever. How about that privacy you mentioned?”
“I’m going, I’m going. Be ready to leave by eleven.”
“Okay.” I typed a reply to Dante.
Ember: Hi! I’m sure I’ll be fine.
Dante: Don’t be too fine. I want you to need me.
Ember: Oh, jeez. I’m used to being on my own.
Dante: But now you have me.
Ember: Sounds like you miss me…
Dante: Stop teasing me. Do you miss me?
I giggled, touching my lower lip. How cute is he?
If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t have believed it was the same guy who’d ghosted me all those years.
“Who are you texting? You have a cheesy grin on your face.” My dad lumbered in and poured himself a cup of coffee. He still managed the KL Guns, but the shop didn’t open until nine and a prospect usually opened. He usually milled about the house until he was good and ready to start his day.
“Dante,” I answered simply. No sense in lying. Everyone knew we spent the weekend together. And at the compound, it would be impossible to hide that we were a couple.
“Seriously?” my dad growled. “He’s on a run with his president. He shouldn’t be texting a girl.”
“Dad, I’m more than a random girl.”
“Some priorities. This younger generation takes nothing seriously.” He shook his head on his way out of the kitchen.
I snorted, but before I could say anything, another text came, so I kept my sarcastic remark to myself.
Dante: Em? Are you ghosting me?
Ember: Never! And I would never tease you. Well, I might during foreplay.
Holy hell, Em! I was turning myself on and would have no man to give me relief for several more days.
Dante: Fuck, I can hear the horniness in your text!
“Why is your face red?” my brother Gabe asked.
“Shh, I’m thinking about how to respond to the text he just sent me.” I needed something flirty and clever, so Dante would keep replying. Any kind of communication with him showed me a little bit more about him. Think Em, think!
