Chapter Eighteen
eighteen
RIDLEY:
Lanie, you up?
RIDLEY:
Can we talk?
LANIE:
Yeah. Talk about what?
RIDLEY:
I know you’re joking...
LANIE:
Fine. It didn’t happen if we say it didn’t happen.
RIDLEY:
Is that what you want?
LANIE:
Depends
RIDLEY:
On?
LANIE:
Whether or not saying it happened makes this weird?
RIDLEY:
Weird?
LANIE:
Like between us.
RIDLEY:
It doesn’t have to be.
LANIE:
Right! It was just something we did.
RIDLEY:
Our version of a secret handshake.
LANIE:
LOL! Seriously?
RIDLEY:
No not seriously
LANIE:
How about an accident that made our lips collide?
RIDLEY:
Whatever helps us sleep at night
LANIE:
Excuse you, it’s only 10pm for me. If anyone is losing sleep thinking of my luscious lips on theirs, it’s you
LANIE:
Ridley?
LANIE:
Oh Doctor?
LANIE:
Just kidding. Geez. See what I’m saying? Weird.
RIDLEY:
Not weird. Sorry. I thought I heard something. Probably just the foxes. But you’re good then? You don’t feel like I overstepped?
LANIE:
What? Is that what you’re up late worried about?
RIDLEY:
Maybe.
LANIE:
No! We kissed each other. It was an accident, sure. We got carried away. But we’re two adult people who don’t need to imbue it with any more meaning than that. Okay?
RIDLEY:
A momentary lapse?
LANIE:
Sure. Now hold on. Did you just say foxes?
RIDLEY:
It’s not nearly as cute as it sounds.