Me:
What? Why?
Flynn:
I don’t feel like expressing.
I’m sure you know other ways to getmilk if you need it.
October 25 – 3:20 a.m.
Me:
Flynn, don’t tease me like this.
Please. You know I need it. I need you.
I’ll get on my knees. I’ll do anything. Just don’t shut me out.
Tell me what you want. I’ll give it.
Flynn? Baby? Please answer me.
October 26 – 12:32 a.m.
Me:
Are you there? Please. Just a word. Anything.
I’m going out of my mind. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t stop thinking about you.
Flynn, I’ll beg if you want me to. You win. Just let me see you.
October 27 – 1:50 a.m.
Me:
I’m still here. Waiting. Do you even want me to stop?
Or is this just part of the game?
God, I hope it’s thegame.
Baby, please.
October 28 – 11:14 p.m.
Flynn:
A door between us has never stopped you from getting my milk.
I stared at the screen,my breath catching so hard it felt like someone had reached straight into my chest and squeezed.
My thumb hovered over the keyboard, trembling.
Was this?—
Did he?—