Willy Wonka: I don’t. I’m just saying you could use the experience.
I frown.
Kass: And what would you know about my experience?
Willy Wonka: Blake was your first, wasn’t he? And, last I heard, you didn’t have anyone else after him. Just putting two and two together.
Kass: My experience is none of your business.
Willy Wonka: Well, well. A control freak who has no idea what to do in the bedroom. Who would’ve thought?
My cheeks blaze. Is that really what he thinks about me? That I’m awful in bed?
Kass: And that’s my cue to stop texting you
His reply is instant.
Willy Wonka: Come onnn
I head inside my bathroom, rest my phone on the counter, and stretch my arm out to start the shower. I strip off my clothes, but my phone pings again.
Willy Wonka: I’m sorry:( come back
Against all expectations, I smile.
Kass: Bye Willy
I switch my phone to silent and step under the scorching water, still with this stupid, unwanted grin plastered to my face. This is the first time Will’s ever texted me.
And call me crazy, but…
I have a feeling it won’t be the last.
Kassidy
Willy Wonka: Do you think honeybees know they’re going to die before they sting you? Like do they have a little bee funeral and say goodbye to their family before they bite the fuck out of you?
Lying in bed with my eyes open a crack, I scoff at the text that pulled me out of slumber and double-check the sender. Will. He’s still texting me?
It’s barely seven thirty. Today is Sunday and my first day working at the pet store. I set my alarm for eight o’clock as I start at nine thirty.
Kass: You woke me up thirty minutes before my alarm goes off for THIS?
A few seconds elapse.
Willy Wonka: Yep.
Kass: I need to have a chat with whoever gave you my number.
He texts back right away.
Willy Wonka: Good morning to you too, gorgeous
When I feel a smile coming dangerously close to my lips, I tap out of our conversation and roll out of bed, marching toward my bathroom to get ready for my first day.
No one’s distracting me today.