I hit send.
Marco:I definitely have a sweet tooth. And I know you do, the way that Porter's blueberry tarts were disappearing on Friday.
Amos:I was just making sure the flavour was consistent. For my guests.
Three dots flicker.
Marco:Ohhh, for your guests ;) I need to keep an eye on you.
Amos:Please do.
Another message appears.
Marco:Couldn’t stop looking at you if I tried. You should see the camera reel from the party.
Should I be worried?
Amos:Why? What did you do?
Marco:I don’t know, it’s a bit of a mystery. I set the DSLR to 'A' and for some reason you're in every photo. Does 'A' stand for Amos?
I pace around the couch, barely able to contain my smile.
Amos:Or... you're crushing just as bad as I am.
And I secretly hope he is, cos I'm in pretty deep.
Marco:Might be ;)
There are so many things I want to say to him.
Some of them are soppy.
Some of them are dirty as fuck.
But it’s way too soon.
Amos:How's Friday for our date?
Marco:Friday is perfect. Meet me at your studio. 7.20pm Amos time = 8pm Marco time.
Amos:You're a cheeky one. But I definitely deserve it. See you on Friday xx
Are the kisses at the end too much?
I rest my phone on my chest and stare up at the ceiling.
The thing that surprises me most isn’t the flirting.
Or the photo.
It isn’t even the way he kissed me last night.
It’s the peace I feel about letting someone close again.
And that peace speaks volumes.
I pick up my phone again.
