Page 9 of Dessert Flirt Repeat
I think for a second. She has a point.
“Okay. Okay, maybe you’re right…”
“You’rethe one who’s right, Becca. This was your idea in the first place.” I can tell Tori is smiling. “Message him back, now. Tell him that you’re dead serious and that you’d love his help.”
My head spins, but not because I’m hungover. It’s because my adrenaline is pumping at the thought of messaging Gage. I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.
“Okay. I will.” It’s a second before I realize what I’ve said.
Tori squeals. “Keep me posted on what he says!”
“I will.” A cold sweat breaks across the back of my neck at the thought of having an actual conversation with my TikTok crush.
We hang up, and I stare at the message exchange between Gage and me. My fingers hover over my phone screen. Holy crap. I’m really doing this.
Hello! Yes, I’m totally serious. Would you be willing to chat with me about helping me go viral on TikTok? Also, my sincerest apologies for how long and rambling my prior message was! It was kind of a rough night lol
I read the message over once, then another time. Is that “lol” at the end too much? Too cutesy? Too unprofessional? I roll my eyes. I pretty much annihilated any semblance of professionalism the moment I sent that drunken ramble of a DM to Gage.
Each time I read it over, I feel my nerves dissolving more and more. Before I lose it completely, I send it. And then I toss my phone aside and run back to the bathroom to puke again.
Chapter5
Gage
Sweat drips down my forehead, landing in my eyes. I growl as I drop the barbell on the ground.
“Damn, dude. That’s a new deadlift PR for you, right?” Tyler pats me on the back as I hunch over, hands on my thighs, bracing myself as I catch my breath.
“I guess so,” I huff out.
“I thought those incline sprints on the treadmill at the beginning of the workout would smoke you, but I was wrong.”
I stand up, wipe the sweat from my brow, and shrug at him. “It must have been the ice cream.”
“Nice work on your latest video, by the way. Crap tons of thirsty comments. How many marriage proposal DMs did you get with that one?”
I roll my eyes.
He nudges me with his elbow. “Just giving you shit.”
My older brother loves to give me a hard time about my TikTok, specifically how I make a living as a social media thirst trap. I’d normally tell anyone making fun of me about my TikTok to fuck off, but I let it slide when it’s my brother and close friends. I give them all a hefty amount of shit for the random stuff they do. It’s only fair they dish it back.
Still catching my breath, I wring out my hands and wait as he kicks out his legs in preparation for his deadlift set.
“Speaking of ice cream, Mom told me that’s been Millie’s biggest craving so far in her pregnancy,” Tyler says. “You and I are supposed to bring a bunch when we all get together next weekend.”
“I thought it waslumpiadipped in ranch dressing?”
“Nah, that’s making her nauseous now.”
“Damn. Poor girl.”
Millie’s our cousin and a year younger than me. All of us grew up together and feel more like siblings than cousins.
“I’ll text Millie tonight and ask what flavors she wants us to bring,” I say.
“You still in charge of planning her baby shower?”
