Just thinking about her has me smiling like a moron.
“What's that noise?” Ego asks.
“Nothing.”
“Kai.”
“I'm getting dressed.”
A beat of silence.
Then—
“Jesus Christ.”
“What?”
“You are.”
“I am what?”
“Smiling.”
I look around my apartment.
“Can you see me?”
“No. I can hear it.”
“That's not a thing.”
“It absolutely is.”
“Bullshit.”
“Kai, you're smiling so hard it's coming through the phone.”
“Fuck off.”
His laughter crackles through the speaker.
“Holy shit. You got laid and suddenly you're a Disney princess.”
“I'm hanging up.”
“No, wait. It gets worse.”
“There is no worse.”
“Oh, yes, there is.”
I yank a clean button-down from the closet.
“What?”
“You care!”
I freeze.
