Carlos
I texted Tessa later that evening, around 9 pm. I knew she wasn’t the kind to go to bed too early, so I didn’t worry about the time. I just wanted to say hi to her. That was all.
I hadn’t spent the day thinking about what she’d taste like, or feel like, or how she’d sigh my name. Not at all.
But, I had.
“Hey, how’s it going?” Seemed lame, but all I had at the moment.
“Good, finished my classwork and now, just watching a movie.”
“Oh, do you want me to shut up then?” I didn’t want to interrupt her movie.
“No, I paused it. It’s more fun talking to you. It was starting to bore me.”
“I see.” More lame so I wrote more. “I’d keep you occupied if I was there.”
“Hmm. How?”
“What are you wearing?” So much lame it made me cringe, but I needed to know.
“A pair of flannel pajama
