I stared at the “Hey Milan boy…” message sitting proudly in the chat bar. It looked just. too innocent for the storm sitting in my mind.
My thumb hovered around the keypad. Then I clicked send.
The message flew off like a bird too eager to escape.
Almost instantly. PING
Mason: Good morning, sweetheart.
How was your night?
Mason: Can we call?
Voice or video, I don’t care. I just want to hear you breathe.
My stomach flipped so fast it felt illegal. This boy, Lord.
I swallowed, typed before I could lose courage.
Me: Video call it is, but only for five minutes. I look like a runaway lamb.
Mason: Perfect, I love lamb.
I slapped a hand over my face. I hated how much that made me smile like a fool.
The call came through, and I accepted before my brain could say, “Bad idea, babe.”
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