EM(2:04 PM): Hm… that’s too bad. But know this, I think you’re a very good boy, Jack ;)
I couldn’t stop staring at it. Even hours after she had sent it, I just couldn’t stop staring at that message. Even as I sat in the back of the Rolls-Royce being driven towards Emmeline’s apartment building, I couldn’t stop staring at it.
Never in my thirty-six years of life had I ever been called a good boy. Not by my parents, by my friends, hell not even in the military, and certainly not by a woman. Definitely not by a woman who currently lived rent-free in my mind. Definitely not by a woman who I actually wanted to be a good boy for. Hell, I’d be anything for Em.
The thing that bugged me though, the thing that made me continue to read the message over and over again without answering, was the fac
