Page 92 of Sweet Hate
Me
LOL sorry sir.
Axel
Not quite what I was angling for but I’ll allow it.
What did you want to clarify?
Oh shit. Here we go. Apparently, my stalling tactics didn’t work. I thought I’d have a few more hours to panic-plan. Rethink my pros and cons for, like, oh, I don’t know, the fifth time? Figure out what I want to ask because now he’s texted, my mind’s gone totallyblank.
I knew I should’ve written a damn list.
Axel
Sprinks.
Are you spiraling?
Double shit. This man knows me too well. I wipe my sweaty hand on my thigh and try to calm my racing thoughts. I asked for this.
Me
No. Sorry. I guess I’m just nervous.
Axel
You’ve got nothing to feel nervous about. I promise.
Me
Yeah but this all feels really sudden. Last week you could barely speak to me. And now we’re making out like horny teenagers?
Axel
You say that like it’s a problem.
Me
I mean, it might be. It’s not what I’d call normal behavior.
Axel
Fuck normal. I’m not entirely sure I can be normal where you’re concerned.
Um, what does that mean? Is it a good thing? My panties are soaked already, so apparently part of me seems to think it’s a very good thing, but I’m not entirely sure I can trust my judgment on anything where this man is concerned.
Me
Is that good?
Axel
Depends on how this conversation goes, I guess. Want me to call you?
Me
Could we just do it like this for now?
