Me:Well, no, because you’ve done enough for me already, and my apartment doesn’t need much cleaning anyway.
W.S.:Technically, it’s my apartment, and I want it to be clean, so I win. Besides, Vesna says otherwise. She says you’re a dirty, dirty girl.
Me:No, she did not.
W.S.:She would if she knew you like I do. *smirk emoji*
Me:Hahaha.
W.S.:Frankly, I’m impressed it took you this long to figure
it out.
Me:I thought I was going insane.
W.S.:I’m sorry. I know you’ve been pushing yourself hard with school and working that part-time job. You keep telling me you’re exhausted, so I wanted to do this for you.
Me:Thank you. I really appreciate it. But you’re also busy and exhausted enough as it is to be worrying about me.
You spoil me too much.
W.S.:You ain’t seen nothing yet.
Me:Makes me feel like I’m in debt to you.
W.S.:Never. You don’t owe me a single thing.
Me:Promise you’ll tell me if you ever do something like
this again.
W.S.:Only if you promise not to say no to everything I want to do for you. You stubborn, feisty thing.
Me:I miss you.
W.S.:I miss you too. But stop deflecting. Promise you’ll let me do nice things for you.
Me:Ok. I promise. But you have to promise to keep me in the loop, or you’ll give me a heart attack with these surprises.
W.S.:I promise.
Me:Stop being so perfect.
W.S.:I’m far from it. Believe me.
Me:You’ll have to convince me otherwise.
W.S.:No one’s perfect. But I get the feeling. I feel the same way about you.
Me:I want to squeeze your face and run my fingers along your eyebrows.
W.S.:I love it when you do that. But something else comes
to mind when I think of using my fingers.
Me:And I’m the dirty one?
W.S.:This only proves my point. I was going to say run my fingers through your hair.