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She bounced a few times, another excited squeal flying from her lips. “See that, Ottie? You were worried for nothing. And he said we’re gonna get you a friend. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, little buddy?” She scratched the otter’s head, then snatched him up and clutched him to her chest as she typed out a quick response.
But she hesitated. Should she message back so quickly? Would he think she was desperate? Obviously, she was if she was posting on Gregslist looking for a Daddy. But she didn’t want to seem so…needy.
Before she could make up her mind about what to do, he sent another message.
jettcarver83
We need to talk about a few things before we go any further.
Great.
That didn’t make her insanely anxious or anything.
Immediately, her insides shriveled up as she shakily typed a response.
abbielittle
Ummmm. Okay. Talk about what? Talk about our favorite colors? I’ve been obsessed with raspberry pink lately. Or about how Rembrandt changed the world by using paint to add texture to his paintings? Or about how it’s still a conspiracy whether we actually walked on the moon or not? That happened so long ago, can you believe people still debate it? But it happens all the time. I saw a whole Reddit thread about it the other day.
She knew she was rambling. Knew everything she’d just said was likely not what he wanted to talk about. But the whole we need to talk thing was really throwing her for a loop and making her itchy.
Her breath caught as she read what he said.
jettcarver83
I like blue. I don’t know who Rembrandt is. And yes, some guys I work with talk about the moon landing a lot. I don’t understand it. What I meant was that we need to discuss us. Our dynamic. We can’t go too long without figuring out what we want from each other.
She chewed on her lip. Was he upset with her? Annoyed? It seemed like a short message. Well, it was long, but his words were short. Direct. To the point. Not like her.
abbielittle
What color blue?
Stupid.
Stupid reply.
He’s going to hate me and think I’m stupid. I need to be serious.
But it’s so hard to be serious. So hard to not deflect things when they made her feel big emotions. She didn’t know what to do, or what to say. What did she want from him? From their dynamic?
When she posted, she hadn’t thought about it more than just not wanting to be lonely anymore. She was tired of having no one to talk to, no one to confide in, no one that cared about her.
Sure, Chris and Pike cared, but they didn’t count. Not the way Jett would count. Or another guy who wanted to be her Daddy.
Her phone buzzed.
jettcarver83
There are different blues?
She smiled to herself. He didn’t seem annoyed. Did he? Maybe he was. She was never good at figuring out people’s feelings. It was one of the reasons why her mother was always so annoyed with her.
abbielittle
There are so many! At least a million different shades. I’ll show you one day. I have a giant book with every color in it.
His reply was instant.
