Knox:I’m about to start practice but wanted to ask if you’d like to go out to dinner tonight?
Me:Are you asking me on a date?
He responds quickly.
Knox:Yeah. I realized we don’t do that enough. Go on real dates. I want to take you out.
My heart threatens to burst out of my chest.
Me:I’d love to.
Knox:Get dressed up. I made a reservation for eight.
Me:You made a reservation before you asked me? Am I that much of a sure thing?
Knox:You were the one who used to play hard to get. Now that I’ve got you where I want you, yeah. You’re a sure thing.
Me:Rude.
Knox:I don’t think you’re protesting.
Me:And what do you mean, you’ve got me where you want me?
I wait nervously for his reply.
Knox:With me. All the time.
“Who are you texting?” Natalie asks.
“Knox.” I’m giddy, tapping away at my screen.
Me:So possessive.
Knox:Fuck the patriarchy?
Knox:Or just fuck me?
Me:KNOX.
Knox:Stop pretending you don’t love it. You’re a lot dirtier than I thought you’d be.
Now I’m blushing.
Me:The more appropriate word is filthy.
Knox:And hot?
I send him a bunch of fire emojis to let him know I approve of his word choice.
Knox:Make sure you wear something hot and filthy to dinner.
Me:I can’t wear something slutty to a restaurant.
Knox:Fine, just don’t wear panties then.
Oh, this man…
“You’re blushing.” Natalie’s voice is smug.