Taylor: I’ve never had someone compare me to meth before.
Brody: Naw, you’re one of the classy drugs. Like cocaine.
Taylor: LOL
I unlocked my apartment and went inside. After changing into my pajamas and brushing my teeth, I saw that I had another text.
Brody: When can I see you next?
Taylor: How about right now? I just got home, and my apartment is awfully lonely.
Brody: That’s real tempting, but it’s about three drinks too late for me to drive. I started pounding celebratory whiskeys after we sexed up the closet.
Taylor: Take an Uber. Or a Lyft. Or a freaking taxi cab, as long as it ends with you in my bed in the next thirty minutes.
Brody: You have no idea how tempting that is. But I’ve got to stick around at this party. Things are just starting to get wild. It’d be suspicious if I left now.
Brody: But if I could leave now? You bet your sexy ass I’d be there. Hell, I’d sprint the whole way if I had to.
Brody sent a GIF of Forest Gump running down his driveway and around a corner onto a street. I giggled as I replied.
Taylor: You’re just sticking around because of Bikini Bimbo, aren’t you?
Brody: She’s flirting with Kincaid now. Besides, she’s not my type.
Taylor: Who’s your type?
Brody: Hot redheaded paleontologists from California who have part-time jobs as NFL cheerleaders.
Brody: But seriously, when can I see you next?
Taylor: Tomorrow afternoon? I have a department meeting in the morning, but I’m free after lunch.
Brody: Damn. We’re flying to Chicago at 2:00. Won’t be back until late Sunday night.
Taylor: Boo!
Brody: I agree. Boo. We should both quit our jobs and spend all day fucking in closets.
Taylor: That’s more tempting than you think.
Brody: But seriously, as soon as I get back in town? I’m gonna be all over that ass.
I couldn’t stop grinning as I turned out the light and went to bed.