[Txt] You know you did it on purpose. [Sent] [Txt] You want to be /close/ to me [Sent] [Txt] Because you l-o-v-e me. [Sent] [Txt] Hurry home. I want my Ric back. [Sent] [Txt] Shirt. I meant...fuck, just get here ASAP. Or I'm coming to get you. [Sent]
(Grinning at the phone, shaking his head at the epic cheesiness of these messages, and with heart thudding hard)
[text] On purpose? Why would I wear a t-shirt too small for me on purpose? Just because it smells like bergamot and szechwan pepper and you?
[text] I’ll be there soon. I need breakfast stuff. And we need lube. Lots of lube.
[saved to drafts] How do you turn me into a massive cheeseball?
[text] How do you turn me into a massive cheeseball?