Page 42 of I Love My Mistake

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Page 42 of I Love My Mistake

Chapter Twenty-Three

Friday Night - An Apple For An Apple…

My phone goes off and it’s a text from Sexy Bartender. How am I going to ask him what his name is? This is awkward. We’ve texted several times throughout the week, and it got a little heated, yet still I haven’t found a way to ask, “What is your freaking name?”

On Sunday Morning

Sexy Bartender: Looking forward to Friday.

Me: Me too. Where are we going?

Sexy Bartender: Wherever you want to go. No limits necessary

Me: I like the sound of that.

On Tuesday Afternoon

Sexy Bartender: Had a dream about you.

Me: Oh?

Sexy Bartender: Oh yeah.

Me: It’s 3:00 p.m.

Sexy Bartender: I just woke up. I work until 4, remember? ;)

(Not sure I like that.) Me: Gotcha. What was the dream about?

Sexy Bartender: You were naked with me under a waterfall in the Caribbean.

(Now that I like) Me: Were you enjoying yourself?

Sexy Bartender: Not as much as you were.

Me: Oh my…

Sexy Bartender: Yeah. I hope this isn’t coming on too strong. I can’t help my subconscious.

Me: Lol. No, you can’t. And no…you’re not.

Sexy Bartender: Good, because I can’t get you out of my mind.

Me: Me, or my body?

Sexy Bartender: Both. Thank God they’re connected.

Me: Lol

(Silence after that. I hate it when they disappear mid-conversation.)

On Thursday Afternoon

Sexy Bartender: Hey.

Me: Hey.

Sexy Bartender: What’re you doing?




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