Page 36 of A Stealthy Situation

“Sounds good to me. Now, can we get back to this movie, or do you want to giggle over your not-boyfriend some more?”

I fling the pen back at him and completely miss his head. “Fuck you. Put it on.”

But the second it starts playing, my attention goes right back to my phone. To the burning knowledge that I probably have a message waiting. Can I ignore it until the next scene break? And then the next? Nerves amp up in my gut, and I figure enough is enough. It’s just a goddamn text.

Harrison:

I guess not having parents means you didn’t learn it’s not okay to call people names.

Me:

Hey, fuck you. Only I get to joke about my dead parents.

Harrison:

Shit, sorry! I’m so, so sorry. That was insensitive as hell, I wasn’t thinking.

Me:

You are too fucking easy. **kissy emoji**

Harrison:

I officially hate you.

Me:

Yay! Does that mean I get out of manual labor this weekend?

Harrison:

Nope, it just means I hate you so much, I’m going to get extreme satisfaction over watching you do it all solo.

I know I shouldn’t reply with what I’m already typing out, but he makes it too easy.

Me:

Oh, yeah? You enjoy watching hot, sweaty men “do it solo”?

Harrison:

**skull emoji** Your ability to turn everything dirty is a real skill.

Me:

Thank you.

Harrison:

Was it a compliment?

Me:

Depends. Are we still on for this weekend?

Harrison:

Sure are.

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