Chapter 18
I wonder what time Taylor gets up. Stepping back into my condo after working out, I slide my phone out of my pocket to text her. It’s almost eight. It’s not that early.
Brandon
Morning. How did the celebration go last night?
Taylor
Good. Morgan’s hoping to get promoted now that her boss is fired.
Staring at the text, I really want to see Taylor today. I know I already moved up our date, but I want to kiss her. Before I can stop myself, I start tapping a flirty text.
Brandon
I feel like making out with you. Could you pencil that into your day?
Taylor
Can’t wait until Saturday?
Brandon
I can wait, but I’d rather not.
Taylor
You want to make out before or during business hours?
Brandon
Whenever you can slot me in.
Taylor
How long are we making out for?
I chuckle, getting the mental image of her looking at her calendar, deciding when is best.
Brandon
Long enough for it to be a little heated, maybe me shoving you into a wall and squeezing your ass.
Taylor
*checks time* I’m not used to getting texts like this so early in the day.
Brandon
Early bird gets the worm.
Taylor
If I told you to be here at 9:15, would you actually show up?
Brandon
Yes.
Taylor
What about work?
Brandon
I will bump any meeting to see you today.
Taylor
You have to leave by ten because I have a lot of shit to do today.
Brandon
You got it.
Taylor
My roommates won’t be here BTW.
You are not going to fuck her yet.
Brandon
Taylor
See you at 9:15 then.