Page 75 of In Your Wildest Dreams
Thanks to you showing me your mad dance skills the other night, I’m struggling to picture a girl kissing you after that.
Ash
You mean like you did?
Me
Oh right. Ha! Well, I was tipsy. And you kissed me.
Ash
Uh huh.
Me
What did you ask Santa for? Hockey sticks and skates?
Ash
Nah. I get those for free.
Me
lol of course, what was I thinking?
Ash
You forgot to answer the second half of the last question.
For the past three days, Ash and I have been texting basically nonstop. I’ve learned that he loves all sports movies, TV shows, and documentaries (no big surprise there) and that he prefers salty food over sweet. He hasn’t cut his hair in two years but he’s thinking about it after the season is over. He has a house on Lake Laurie and that’s where he spends all summer. And his last relationship was more than a year ago and it ended because ‘they wanted different things.’ I didn’t push too hard on that last one. Does that mean she wanted it to be serious and he didn’t? It fits with everything I know about him, but I still don’t like the idea that whatever we’re doing has an expiration. It does, of course it does.
I’m focusing on that and not the question I’m avoiding answering: best kiss.
It’s him. It’s obviously him. But if I tell him that, I’m either going to be horrified when he replies that his was with some other person or I’m going to send his ego rocketing to outer space.
I’m trying to play it cool. Or as cool as I can while texting him all day. Yeah, yeah, I know. That ship has sailed. But it’s easier over text and being however many miles away.
Ash
How about I go first?
Me
Sure. If you want.
Ash
The best kiss I ever had was with this smoking hot girl I met at work.
Yep. Yep. That’s jealousy making the sugar cookie turn bitter in my mouth.
Me
Wow. At work? Scandalous. I guess mine was probably this guy I dated briefly my freshman year of college.
Ash
Jesus, woman. I meant you. I met you at work. Brb, gonna go jump off a cliff.
