Page 42 of Let's Get Textual

Zach: I think you fell asleep on me. I’m hitting the sack myself. Thanks for a fun evening. Good night, Delia.

“Why are you sitting in a dark room smiling at one in the morning?”

Zoe is standing in the doorway, her face flushed, wearing a smile of her own.

“Why are you only now coming home, at one in the morning?”

Her cheeks flame red. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Uh huh. So Shep’s as talented as they say?”

Her lips tip up into a smile, though there’s something different about it. It’s not an I-just-had-great-sex smile. It’s…more, but I can’t place my finger on it.

“Right, well, I’m headed to bed. I have an early shift tomorrow. Night, D.”

“Night,” I echo.

Finally dragging myself off the couch and to my bedroom, I brush my teeth and wash my face before crawling into bed.

Before I turn out the lights, I shoot Zach a quick text.

Me: Sorry I zonked out on you. Not my fault you’re boring. :-P But really, thank you, for everything.

Zach: For you, any time.

Zach: Do you have a beard?

Me: I shaved this morning, so not anymore.

Zach: I see. Do you wear flannel?

Me: Um…sometimes?

Zach: Interesting. And do you wield an axe? Have an interest in logging?

Me: That’s a definitive no.

Zach: So you’re not a lumberjack?

Me: Not that I’m aware of.

Zach: Color me surprised. You sure do sound like you’re a pro at sawing logs when you’re sleeping.

Zach: P.S. I’m saying you snore—LOUD.

Me: MEAN!

Me: This coming from the dick-toucher?

Zach: I WASN’T TOUCHING MY DICK!

Me: Yet? Right, Zach? RIGHT?

Zach: I’m ignoring you now.

ME: Have a great day…dick-toucher.

Zach: I really hate that that made me snort laugh.

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