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Definitely.Logan seems nice. Polite and a gentleman because once he acknowledged my earlier gaffe, there hasn’t been any other comment made.

I toss my phone to the counter and go to the kitchen for a glass of water, and by the time I’ve returned, my app has another message notification.

Assuming it’s Logan, I open it without hesitating, smiling until I see the message from Michael, the guy whose face I still can’t see.

Thinking about you. How was your day?

Well, this is different. So far we haven’t exchanged much more thanStar Warsjokes and references to television shows.

Still, my fingers press against my lips and I realize I’m smiling. Such a simple message, but dang, there’s something about this guy.

Caitlin:Binge-watching Netflix. That sums it up.

Michael:Any shows I know?

Caitlin:Not unless you’re intoVampire Diaries.

Michael:Ah. Teenage angst. Damon was better when he turned into a crow and appeared in fog.

He knows it? This guy must have quick Google fingers or something because he knows every single show. Either that or he watches television all day sitting on his mama’s couch while she spoon-feeds him breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I give him the benefit of the doubt: he has a real job. He’s made references to working late nights although the jury is still out on whether he’s a bartender, truck driver, or pimp slash drug dealer.

Except he seems too normal for that one so I’m hoping for the best.

Caitlin:How do you know this?

Michael:Was once wildly into this girl who forced me to watch it. We made it through the first two seasons before I couldn’t take it anymore.

Wildly into a girl? That sounds heavy. And for a moment, I think of Jonas. He once tackled me on his couch, fingers digging into that flesh right inside my hipbone. I squealed so loud, tried bucking him off me while we fought for the remote. He wanted to watch a Hitchcock movie. I’d insisted he tryVampire Diaries.In the end, we’d wound up naked, chests heaving, kisses lingering, and a black television screen.

I chew on the inside of my cheek trying to figure out how to respond to this. We’ve always kept things so light and easy. And “wildly”? I’m stuck on it. What does that even feel like?

A warm shiver rolls through me and I kick off the blanket covering my feet.

I’m still tapping on the screen when he sends another message.

Michael:Hope I didn’t lose you.

Caitlin:You didn’t. I was thinking.

Michael:Heavy stuff?

Caitlin:No. How I can find someone appealing when they’re clearly team Damon over Stefan? It might be a deal breaker.

Michael:How about I give you a couple weeks to think about that?

Weeks? I’m frowning when another message pops up.

Michael:Have some things to take care of that will keep me pretty occupied. Would like to see you when it’s done though, but I’d like to keep talking to you.

Hmm. This is definitely new.Was wildly into a girl.He’s not still with her, is he? Or maybe he’s hung up on her. Regardless, talking to someone who makes me smile and laugh isn’t such a hardship.

Caitlin:Sure. I’d like that.

Michael:Good. Good night, Caitlin.

The green dot next to his profile goes gray, signaling he’s signed off.

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