Page 47 of Bad Situation

I’m way too excited by a text. I’ve been waiting all day like a lonely puppy dog. I hate myself at times.

I unlock the screen.

Eli: It’s been a day.

I shouldn’t be happy that he’s had a day. My last couple weeks have been a day but it still makes me feel better that maybe he’s been busy instead of not thinking of me like I’ve been thinking of him.

Obsessing might be a better word but that detail is miniscule at this point.

Eli: You busy?

Me: At the gym.

He doesn’t respond but I do see the bubbles appear and disappear, off and on and off again.

Me: Sorry you’ve had a day.

Eli: Are you fucking kidding me?

Me: Excuse me?

Eli: With that trainer?

I glance back over my shoulder at Jase. “One second. I have to take care of something.”

Me: Yes, with my trainer.

Eli: Jensen.

Just for calling me Jensen, he’s going to get it.

Me: Don’t worry. He hasn’t flattened me to the mat and kissed me. Or even dry humped me. But we’re only thirty-five minutes into the workout. Who knows where the next twenty-five will take us.

Eli: Fuck me.

Me: Or, dry fuck you.

Eli: You’re a piece of work.

Me: On a stinky, dusty mat. I haven’t forgotten about that.

Eli: I’m going to text you for the next twenty-five minutes.

Me: But he’s on the clock. I’m paying him by the hour.

Eli: Are you shitting me? I’m pretty sure you can afford to waste the last third of your workout.

Me: You’re jealous, which is sort of cute over text, rather than annoying. That surprises me.

Eli: Do NOT work on self-defense.

Me: We’ll see.

Eli: Jen.

Me: Gotta go.

Eli: Fuck.

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