First message
You’re lounging on your bed, leaning against the bed head, wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties, your laptop sitting on your lap as you type.
Luke enters your bedroom, chest heaving, hair wet from the rain outside.
Seriously? You took them again?
You glance up from your laptop, your face illuminated by the screen. Hi to you, too. Took what?
Don’t play cute. Luke huffs. I’m late. They’re not in the bowl, not on the hook, not-