43. Dalton
FORTY-THREE
DALTON
WHY AM I SWOONING OVER FICTIONAL CONVERSATIONS?!?
Me:
What’s the point of living with my girlfriend if I can never find her?
Sunshine:
We were just in bed together.
I’m panic-packing in my room.
Me:
*Guest room
Your room is the same as my room. In fact, while you panic pack, move the rest of your shit over
BTW It’s going to be fine
Sunshine:
Easy for you to say. You’re not the one bringing a white boy to a family party.
Shouldn’t you be on the ice?
Me:
Snuck my phone into the rink
Send me a picture of you in our bed…
Without clothes. The way I left you this morning...
Sunshine:
Get back to practice!
I swear, if Monroe trades me to another team because you’re sexting me…
Me:
I’d follow you.
I told you. I’m keeping you.