6

“Already did,” Brennon said.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the water, and while I waited for it to warm, I pulled up Love’s chat.

SaarasLove: That was a funny story—at least for me, maybe not so much for your friends.

Me: They’ll forgive me. Hopefully. At the very least, I pray I didn’t scar them for life.

Me: Are you taking the day off to drown yourself in wine?

SaarasLove: That does sound like fun, I’m not going to lie, but no. I’m a multitasking queen at the moment, sitting in class, typing notes, talking to you, answering work emails, trying to semi pay attention to the professor since he’s going over our upcoming exam.

SaarasLove: In other words, SEND ALL THE WINE.

Me: I hear that. I’m headed to school in a few where I’m going to be doing the same.

SaarasLove: Then, multitasking king, have yourself a good day.

Me: You too, Love.

CHAPTER THREE

Me: Homework? Class? Work? Are these solid guesses or you’re doing something else that’s a lot more fun?

SaarasLove: You know the kind of moment when you should be doing all three? But you’re not, you’re doing something so far outside the box?

Me: I like where this is going . . . yes.

SaarasLove: I love tiny tattoos. Like loooove them. I always wanted one, so I’m finally making it happen. My bestie and I are at a tattoo shop right now.

Me: Love, that’s badass. What are you getting and where?

SaarasLove: Initials on the inside of my wrist.

SaarasLove: Do you have any tattoos?

Me: You’re going to laugh, I have a tiny tattoo.

SaarasLove: YOU DO?

Me: I got it with my best friends a couple of months ago.

SaarasLove: Of what? And where?

Me: A fishing hook on the inside of my bicep. I know that doesn’t make much sense, but it means a lot to the three of us.

SaarasLove: I love that so much.

Me: I’m assuming you’re getting the initials of the person you lost?

SaarasLove: Yep.

Me: This way, they’re never gone. They’ll be there forever.

Me: You guys have fun. Text me later.

SaarasLove:

SaarasLove: I want to know something about you, Mr. Boston. Are you the kind of guy who likes to chase women, or do you prefer a woman who falls at your feet?

Me: Interesting question.

SaarasLove: Because you’ve never been asked it before?

Me: No, I haven’t. But it’s also interesting because I don’t know if I’ve ever really thought about that question. What do you think my answer would be?

SaarasLove: Well, I don’t know much about you, but I sense that you’re a pretty sexual guy—and not just because you’re on a hook-up app. It’s just a feeling I get. Am I right?

Me: Definitely right.

SaarasLove: Then, a part of me thinks you’d prefer the view of me on my knees. But a much stronger part of me thinks you’d rather have the view of my butt.

Me: Shit . . . that’s a hard one.

Me: I’m going to go with your ass.

SaarasLove: I thought so.

Me: What other questions do you have for me? I like where this conversation is going.

SaarasLove: I just think you like me, Mr. Boston.

Me: I can’t deny that.

SaarasLove: Which is what I find sooo interesting since this app isn’t about liking. It’s all about sex. Feelings aren’t allowed to be involved . . . or are they?

Me: If feelings come up, I’m certainly not going to push them away.

Me: Another interesting bit of info. I haven’t been much of a feelings guy in the past. I’ve been more on the side where I just want to keep things fun.

SaarasLove: Is that how you feel about me?

Me: What I can say is that, so far, things have been very different with you.

SaarasLove: Ditto.

Me: I have two very distinct images in my head right now.

SaarasLove: Oh boy, let me guess, me on my knees? And you chasing my butt?

Me: Fuck, you’re good.

SaarasLove: Lol!

Me: What are you up to? How’s the tattoo healing?

SaarasLove: A little sore, but perfect. I’m so obsessed with the way it came out. I still can’t believe you have one too. I don’t know, I just find that awesome.

SaarasLove: And bestie and I are on the couch, watching The Town. Have you seen it?

Me: Seen it, that’s a Boston classic. I’m just surprised you’re watching it.

SaarasLove: I think I’ve watched it a hundred times.

Me: What do you like about it?

SaarasLove: One: Boston. Two: Ben Affleck. Three: Ben Affleck hahaha.

SaarasLove: Surprised I love a good thriller over a romance?

Me: For sure. I pegged you for more of The Notebook kinda girl.

SaarasLove: Nope. The Notebook isn’t for me. Neither is horror. Surprise me, yes. Scare me, hard no.

Me: You’re saying I shouldn’t take you to a Stephen King movie for our first date?

SaarasLove: Unless you want to watch it alone, no.

Me: That first date needs to happen soon.

SaarasLove: Yes, it does.

Me: Do me a favor . . . keep Saturday night free.

SaarasLove: I think I can make that happen.

SaarasLove: PS: thanks for making me smile today.

Me: About Saturday night, I have an idea.

SaarasLove: Hiiii! Oh, I can’t wait to hear it.

SaarasLove: And, btw, a few of my friends and bestie have joined Hooked and none of them have matched at 100%. I’m dying to see what this connection is going to feel like when I finally get to meet you. I wonder . . . am I going to become addicted to you, Mr. Boston?

Me: We’re going to find out.

SaarasLove: Tell me all the details about Saturday.

Me: Not sure if you’ve heard but Hooked is throwing a massive party that night. I just read about it on their I* page. I guess they rented out a whole ballroom at a hotel and it’s masquerade themed. Let’s meet there.

SaarasLove: Now that sounds like fun.

Me: Fun . . . because you want to see the rest of me naked?

SaarasLove: Ha! Well, yes, there’s THAT.

Me: Love, I can’t stop thinking about you.

SaarasLove: Same. So much of the same.

SaarasLove: See you soon. I’ll be the one in all red . . .