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[Sent 17:14]
Me
Does it matter?
He took so long to reply that I put my phone down on the little table, restlessly checking it in between sips of coffee, fingertips tapping out an anxious rhythm against my knee.
Joon
Are you?
[Sent 17:21]
I rolled my eyes, even as a dark sort of thrill went through me.
Me
No. Are you?
Joon
When are you coming back?
[Sent 17:24]
I looked up at the sky, judging it for lateness, seeing the pink smudging the horizon, and I figured I would head back after this coffee. A belligerent part of me, however, didn’t want to admit that.
Me
Not sure. Why??
Joon
Kaiya, it’s getting dark.
[Sent 17:24]
It would have been so easy to shut this down. But I found I didn’t want to. A part of me liked this side of him. Had always liked the occasional flare of caveman possessiveness. Even now. Maybe especially now, which felt dangerous to admit, even to myself.
Me
I’ll be fine. I have–
Before I could even finish typing out my message, another appeared.
Joon
Send me your location.
[Sent 17:27]
I put my cup down hard enough that the couple at the next table glanced over.
Me
What? No.
Joon
