Page 96 of Wilder at Heart
How you getting on?
Grr. 4 lines down. 2 greens 1 yellow and 0 fucking clue
He sends back a line of crying with laughter emojis.
Want a little clue?
Ugh.
Ok.
There’s a double letter.
Ahh. The double letter thing always, always foxes me. I mess around with the letters again on paper. I always have to write it down to see the pattern. Theo can do it in his head.
Bingo.
I message him back triumphantly.
TIARA.
I win. Suck it, Wilder.
Ahem.
Er, think we decided not to do that anymore. I smirk and send it.
Ruin my day before it’s started, why don’t you.
Whatcha doing today?
He’s the sweetest. The desire to be in bed with him right now, wordling away in competition next to him before he pulls me into him and presses that deliciously hard body down on me in triumph is like a physical pain.
Sorrel Farm. Final prep for the big day.
He’s straight back with
Want me to drive you?
Yes yes yes yes yes.
No thanks. Not a good idea.
Why?
Because we’d totally have sex in your car.
Why do you think I offered?
I can’t bear this guy. I know he’s joking about the sex (well, I think he is. You never know with Theo). But I’m not his responsibility. He’s already done so much for me. You know, letting me stay in his home for weeks and teaching me that sex can indeed make the world go around. Teaching me that I’m desirable. Powerful. He doesn’t have to chauffeur me around, too. I can take the train.
I sigh as I put my thumbs to my screen.
We’re supposed to be staying away from each other. Clean break, remember?
Shit. He’s video calling me. I smooth down my hair before answering. His gorgeous face fills the screen. He too has bed head, and it looks great on him.
‘There she is. Morning, gorgeous.’
