Page 219 of Daddy's Pride

FRIDAY 11:36 PM

I don’t know.

FRIDAY 11:37 PM

Because you’re a good boy?

My knee started jiggling. This conversation felt like it was running away from me.

But I couldn’t just leave her on read, right? Not when I was the one trying to apologize.

On the other hand, how was I supposed to reply to a question like that? Who even asked something like that?

I typed and deleted some really dumb-sounding things, then finally just went with the truth.

FRIDAY 11:40 PM

I try to be.

She sent back a smiley face. And then?—

FRIDAY 11:41 PM

That’s all you can do. I’m proud of you for trying.

I blushed.

Oh God, I was legitimately pathetic. A few words of praise from a stranger—a scary one, according to Tyler—and I was blushing?

At least she’d never know.

FRIDAY 11:42 PM

Thank you.

Wait, had she been being sarcastic?

Shame curdled my stomach, because probably, yeah. Which would have been nice to realize before thanking her.

But then my phone pinged with another reply, and I was back to blushing again.

FRIDAY 11:42 PM

See? So polite. You really are a good boy. ;)

I grinned at my phone stupidly for a minute before my brain finally registered the winky face. The second winky face she’d sent.

“Oh shit,” I breathed out, my grin dropping away. I was no expert at flirting—the only girls I’d ever dated had asked me out—but that… that looked a lot like flirting. With a girl Tyler said would terrify me in the bedroom. One who I may or may not have just given the wrong impression about myself to.

I swallowed hard, then quickly typed out another message.

FRIDAY 11:43 PM

I’m not hitting on you!

Oh wait. Maybe that sounded rude?

FRIDAY 11:44 PM