Sitting on the toilet lid, I took out my phone and smiled.
How’s it going?
Aware I was smiling at my phone, and what that meant, I fired back:
Just got here, so far so good.
You?
I watched as Beck typed.
All good. Working on something…
What the heck did that mean?
Something?
Yep.
It wasn’t like Beck to be so mysterious.
So coy today.
Intrigued? (wink emoji)
Lol, always.
Crap. Text sparring with him came so naturally, I hadn’t even thought about how that sounded until I pressed send.
Good to know (wink emoji)
Friends. I was quite literally flirting with him. So much for the grand plan. It was just so easy with Beck, and even though it should be awkward, this limbo we were in, in a lot of ways, it was perfectly natural too.
I texted:
TTYL
Couldn’t stay locked up in the bathroom all day. Thankfully, when I made my way back out to the kitchen, no one commented on how long I’d been gone. I could have just as easily texted Beck in front of them, but they’d sniff that out in no time. And I couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation in my own head, never mind trying to explain it to them.
I was just about to put my phone back in my jeans pocket when it buzzed again.
As long as you promise to think about me later.
I froze. A tingle of excitement ran through me, one that had no business making me feel as if the combination of an overnight with the girls, coupled with his flirty texts, was quite literally the perfect night.
“What is it?” Jules asked.
I looked up as all four faces stared expectantly at me.
Only one way to describe the situation.
“Ladies. I’m in trouble.”
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BECK
Earlier that day…
