Page 72 of Sadistic

How was your day?

Such a normal text from such an abnormal situation.

Me:

Good. Eating pizza with Dalla

Doran:

The place on University Ave?

I freeze.

Of course he knows our pizza place.

Me:

Lucky guess?

Doran:

Something like that. Can I see you tomorrow?

I glance at Dalla, who's reading over my shoulder even with my attempts to angle the phone away.

"Say yes," she whispers.

Me:

I have class until 3

Doran:

Dinner then? I'll pick you up at 6

Me:

Okay

Doran:

Sleep well, little wolf

"Little wolf?" Dalla snorts. "That's actually kind of cute."

"Shut up."

"Make me." She steals my phone, scrolling up through the conversation. "Aw, he asked how your day was. How domestic."

I snatch it back. "Don't you have studying to do?"

"Don't you have a future husband to moon over?"

"I'm not mooning."

"You're totally mooning. You got that soft look when he called you little wolf."

"I did not?—"

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