13. Miller & Scout
Miller: I got a boner in the shower tonight.
Scout: That’s…information I wasn’t aware I needed.
Miller: Well, it’s your fault, so that’s why I thought you needed to know.
Scout: How is it my fault? You’re hundreds of miles away!
Miller: Yeah, but I can’t stop thinking about you and what happened in my car the other night.
Scout: Oh.
Miller: Yeah, oh.
Miller: It’s very inconvenient, too. You’re not supposed to get boners in the shower. That’s like the number one locker room rule.
Scout: I’m sorry?
Miller: You should be. It’s rude.
Miller: But it was totally worth it.
Miller: Is it inappropriate if I say I can’t wait to do it again?
Scout: You literally just texted me about your boner. I think we’re past inappropriate at this point.
Miller: That’s fair.
Miller: Was that too much? I’ve been told I overshare sometimes.
Scout: No. It made me laugh, which I needed today.
Miller: Uh-oh. Bad day?
Scout: Just tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night then had a cranky customer this morning that made me cranky.
Miller: Punch ’em in the nuts next time.
Scout: It was a lady.
Miller: Then punch her in the balls. Clearly, she’s got ’em if she’s getting sassy with you. You’re kind of scary.
Scout: Oh?
Miller: Yeah. But it’s in a hot way.
Scout: There’s a hot way to be scary?
Miller: Of course there is.
Miller: There’s like this fine line between scary and hot, which gives you scary hot.
Scout: No, right. That makes total sense.
Miller: It’s not crazy.
Scout: I didn’t say it was.
Miller: You have this…tone.
Scout: It’s text. Can you really tell a tone in text?
Miller: YES!
Miller: ^That was exasperation.
Scout: Noted.
Miller: Do you miss me yet?
Scout: Not a chance.
Miller: Whatever you have to tell yourself, Scout.
Scout: *rolls eyes*
Scout: Go play hockey, Miller.
* * *
Scout: I thought you’d like to know that Macie was quite proud of your goal last night. She talked about it all throughout breakfast this morning.
Miller: She’s proud of it? I’M proud of it! That was a fucking wicked shot!
Scout: There’s that modesty you’re known for.
Miller: Hey, someone’s gotta toot my horn.
Scout: That…sounded oddly sexual.
Miller: I mean, it wasn’t, but I like where your head is at.
Miller: Is this the start of phone sex?
Scout: WHAT? No! That’s not at all what I meant!
Miller: Are you sure?
Scout: Very, very sure.
Miller: Boo!
Miller: But I respect your decision and will not pressure you.
Scout: Such a gentleman.
Miller: I do my best.
* * *
Miller: Any ideas for our second date tomorrow?
Scout: Nope. I’m not planning it. It’s all on you.
Miller: Well, I have some ideas.
Miller: Naked ideas.
Miller: *waggles brows*
Scout: How did I know that was coming?
Miller: Because I’m me and whether you want to admit it or not, you like me and pay attention to me.
Scout: That’s a stretch.
Miller: You liked me in my car when I had my fingers between your legs.
Scout: Can’t stop thinking about it?
Miller: Can you?
Scout: No.
Miller: Are you blushing right now?
Scout: A little.
Miller: I like it when you blush.
Miller: I especially like it when I’m the one to make you blush.
Scout: I’ve picked up on that.
Miller: Just think, I’ve been holding back too. Wait until you get to know me even better.
Scout: That kind of scares me a bit, I won’t lie.
Miller: Nothing to fear.
Miller: Well…there’s that one thing.
Scout: What one thing?
Scout: Miller?
Scout: MILLER?
Scout: What one thing????
Scout: Oh. You’re screwing with me, aren’t you?
Miller: Guess you’ll have to find out later.
Scout: You’re so annoying.
Miller: You love it.
Scout: That’s one way to describe it.
Miller: Tomorrow at four?
Scout: You know where to find me.