Addy: Rude.
Accurate.
Addy: You’re very comfortable talking to me like this for someone who orchestrated a whole production instead of just saying hi.
You do know I’m locked up, right? Not like I could pop over for a fucking coffee
Addy: Semantics.
Addy: So what happens now?
Now you decide whether you’re going to pretend this is casual or admit it isn’t.
Addy: And which do you prefer?
I don’t have a preference.
But I already know which one you’ll choose.
Addy: You’re impossible.
And yet, here you are. Still typing with your pretty little fingers.
Chapter 16
Addy
So … you do this with a lot of girls, or am I special?
Sasha: You’re special.
Mystomachdidanabsolutely traitorous little flip.
You’re special.
That was—
No.
It was nothing but a line. A calculated, manipulative line, and I would not react like this overtwo words on a screen.
Except I kind of already had.
My thumb hovered uselessly above the keyboard while my mind raced ahead, conjuring up unwelcome images: other women, other conversations, other versions of him that probably didn’teven exist.
I hated how the thought of him texting someone else sent a sharp, petulant pang of what felt suspiciously like jealousy twisting through my chest.
Fucking fantastic.
This is a bad idea, I told myself firmly, for the fourth time in under a minute.You don’t really know him. You don’t know what he wants. You don’t even fucking know what he did or what he looks like. Also, he’s a criminal. Criminals lie, right?
And yet, I was still typing.
I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing given the … circumstances.
Sasha: Definitely a good thing.
That’s not as comforting as you might think it is.