Page 44 of The First Kind of Love

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FULTON:Maybe a few times, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again. Especially when it’s coming from you. *red heart emoji*

May 5th,Monday, 3:27 p.m.

FULTON:Shiloh.

FULTON:Shiiiloooh.

FULTON:Shi.

FULTON:Loh.

FULTON:SHILOH.

SHILOH:What is it? Is everything okay? Oh my God, did our hotel room get robbed?

FULTON:I miss you.

SHILOH:*expressionless face emoji* That’s it?

FULTON:What do you mean, ‘that’s it’? I’m dying over here. I don’t remember the feel of your touch or the taste of your lips.

SHILOH:Fulton, we saw each other ten minutes ago.

FULTON:Yeah, and ten minutes is a death sentence for someone like me.

SHILOH:Have you ever been diagnosed with separation anxiety?

FULTON:Does taking a ‘What’s Your Attachment Style?’ quiz on Buzzfeed count?

SHILOH:…

SHILOH:You’re lucky you’re cute.

FULTON:Oh, you think I’m cute? *smirking face emoji*

SHILOH:I think we surpassed cute when you had me spread open like a prized pig at the Iowa State Fair.

FULTON:Fuck, Shi. You can’t text me shit like that.

SHILOH:And what are you going to do about it?

FULTON:Something I’ll have to repent for later.

SHILOH:I didn’t know you were religious.

FULTON:I mean, Iloveto get on my knees.

SHILOH:You’re secretly a dirty dog, Mr. Cazzarelli.

FULTON:Woof.

May 6th,Tuesday, 5:43 p.m.

FULTON:Hey, everyone’s asking where you are. We’ve got the rooftop reserved for a few hours. Are you still coming?

SHILOH:Shit, I’m so sorry. I overslept. I have the worst headache.

FULTON:I’m coming back to the hotel room.

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