TheWriteGuy
… I plead the fifth.
I laughed, the sound echoing softly in the apartment.
We stayed there for a while, tossing words back and forth, building a conversation that was both playful and weirdly comforting. And when we finally said good night, I closed my laptop feeling lighter—the same way I had when I’d left Talon’s apartment earlier.
Two completely different people. Two completely different connections.
And somehow, they were both starting to feel like something I didn’t want to lose.
The thought hit me hard enough that I sank back against the couch.
Because what did it mean that my heart did the same little flip over Talon’s rare real smiles as it did overTheWriteGuy’slate-night messages?
What did it mean that I wanted both?
The next afternoon, I was at work when my phone buzzed against my desk.
Talon
Fish survived the night.
I grinned, trying not to look too excited as I typed back.
Livvi
Excellent news. I was worried you’d already traumatized her with all your seafood talk.
His reply came quicker than I expected.
Talon
I’d never do anything to hurt Sharkira.
I laughed out loud, earning a curious look from my coworker across the room.
Livvi
Sharkira?
Talon
I was just trying it out. Too pop culture?
Livvi
Yeah, I don’t think it fits.
Talon
It would probably be easier to name her if you came over tonight.
I bit back a smile.
Livvi
Is that so?