You video call Micah. It doesn’t even finish ringing once before he picks up. He scrunches his face up while he says, “What’s up, loser?” as he tries to hold back a yawn. “Why are you calling me at 3 a.m.? Shouldn’t you be sleeping by now? Like the angel you are.”
It takes a couple of blinks for him to register your face. But once he does, a wry smile creeps onto his face. "Don’t tell me you miss me,” he says, raising his brow.
A jolt of butterflies rushes throughout your body when he says that, and you’re embarrassed to admit it. But it’s late. And you’re tired. And your brain short circuits…which is why you have a dumb and flustered look on your face. It takes him a second to register what’s happening.
Once he understands, he starts blushing and cups his face with both hands. Between his fingers, a whimpered sound comes through, “Don’t tell me you actu—.”
You were not going to let him finish that sentence. You gathered all your bravado together an...
