Chapter Sixty-One
Lincoln
Hey, I’m at work now. Can’t chat.
Hey, I’m at work now. Can’t chatNot available, sorry.
Not available, sorryCan’t talk. Boss is here.
Can’t talk. Boss is here
My kneejerk reaction to Michaela’s brusque replies was she’s already pulling away and I didn’t like it. I wasn’t used to insecurity about women. Never had a reason to feel it before.
she’s already pulling awayLogically, I shouldn’t now, either. She was at work. She’d told me her hours. Not every workplace allowed employees to be on their personal phones outside of breaks, so I needed to be a grownup and not get my shorts in a twist because she wouldn’t chat.
Fucking feelings.
Did I sleep well alone in my bed? Nope. Even after rubbing one out to memories of the past week? Also no. Did I still wake u
