Reed: Are you trying to kill me? Babe, holy shit… I’m at practice with the guys and this is not the time for a boner. I grin. Me: Sorry… not sorry. Didn’t think I’d do it, did ya? Reed: Good thing practice is almost over. Can I swing by? I’ll bring dinner. Me: I have to study. Like actually study, Reed. Not your version where you end up doing something that distracts me and I never finish. Reed: I’ll keep my hands to myself. I promise. I roll my eyes at his message. We both know that will never happen, but I agree anyway because I miss him. Me: I have my doubts. See you soon.
