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“Me: Cake, brownies, ice cream? GO!
Zach: Yes.
Me: NO! Pick one! HURRY
Me: I’m at the store getting ready to check out and I NEED TO KNOW. I can’t decide. Help a cute, hangry girl out, would ya.
Zach: How about…a brownie cake with ice cream.
Me: I think I just came.
Zach: I am known for my skills.”
― Let's Get Textual
Zach: Yes.
Me: NO! Pick one! HURRY
Me: I’m at the store getting ready to check out and I NEED TO KNOW. I can’t decide. Help a cute, hangry girl out, would ya.
Zach: How about…a brownie cake with ice cream.
Me: I think I just came.
Zach: I am known for my skills.”
― Let's Get Textual
“Releasing me, he backs up and strips off his shirt then shucks his jeans.
I burst into laughter.
“If you think you’re going to Slytherin to my bed with those on, you’re wrong. I only allow full-fledged Hufflepuffs in there.”
Zach glances down at his underwear and hangs his head. “Why did I have to wear this pair today? Why?”
“What? I think they’re hot.”
“You think my Harry Potter underwear are hot?” I nod. “You are my dream girl.”
I grin and shake my head as I make my way to my bed. I do my best to straighten the covers before pulling back my side and climbing in.
“I think you were right earlier.”
“About?” he asks, standing on the other side.
“This bed isn’t big enough for two. I think we’ll have to snuggle.”
He smirks as he slides in, getting as close to me as possible. I don’t hesitate to match his movements—though I probably should. I should be weirded out that Zach’s in my bed. I shouldn’t gravitate toward him like I do.
But I can’t help it. Zach makes me feel…comfortable. Safe. Warm. Wanted.
We’re lying face to face in the middle of the bed, the blanket draped over our waists, grinning at each other like fools.
“What?” I whisper.
“I made it in.”
“What?” I ask again, confused.
“Your special Hufflepuff-only chamber of secrets.”
“Did you really just…” Laughter consumes me and I’m rolling to my back and covering my face in embarrassment…for him. “You are such a nerd, Zach.”
― Let's Get Textual
I burst into laughter.
“If you think you’re going to Slytherin to my bed with those on, you’re wrong. I only allow full-fledged Hufflepuffs in there.”
Zach glances down at his underwear and hangs his head. “Why did I have to wear this pair today? Why?”
“What? I think they’re hot.”
“You think my Harry Potter underwear are hot?” I nod. “You are my dream girl.”
I grin and shake my head as I make my way to my bed. I do my best to straighten the covers before pulling back my side and climbing in.
“I think you were right earlier.”
“About?” he asks, standing on the other side.
“This bed isn’t big enough for two. I think we’ll have to snuggle.”
He smirks as he slides in, getting as close to me as possible. I don’t hesitate to match his movements—though I probably should. I should be weirded out that Zach’s in my bed. I shouldn’t gravitate toward him like I do.
But I can’t help it. Zach makes me feel…comfortable. Safe. Warm. Wanted.
We’re lying face to face in the middle of the bed, the blanket draped over our waists, grinning at each other like fools.
“What?” I whisper.
“I made it in.”
“What?” I ask again, confused.
“Your special Hufflepuff-only chamber of secrets.”
“Did you really just…” Laughter consumes me and I’m rolling to my back and covering my face in embarrassment…for him. “You are such a nerd, Zach.”
― Let's Get Textual
“It’s not over. It’s the beginning of a new adventure.”
― Let's Get Textual
― Let's Get Textual
“Zach: Are you close with your brother? He’s partially to blame for the wrong number thing, isn’t he?
* * *
Me: Kind of. Yeah, we’re close. My mom worked at the hospital so it was usually just us two fending for ourselves.
* * *
Me: Okay, so I shouldn’t say fending for ourselves. That makes me sound like a dick and unappreciative of all my mom did. We just spent many nights just the two of us because my mom was a hardworking single lady and she wasn’t searching for a man to put a ring on it because she. Is. Fierce.
* * *
Zach: I bet your mom is the shit.
* * *
Me: She really is. You should meet her sometime.
* * *
Me: Oh, awkward…I’m talking about meeting the family and we’re not even officially a couple.
* * *
Zach: We’re not?
* * *
Me: We are?
My phone lights up with a call from Zach.
“Are you saying we aren’t dating?” he says before I can say anything.
“We are…”
“Are you saying you’re wanting to see other people?”
“No…”
“So then we’re a couple.”
I’m quiet, unsure what to say. I’m so scared to label this, which is stupid, I know.
“Delia?”
“Yes, Zach?”
“Do you not want to be?”
I take a deep breath and push out the answer I know is right, even though my head is saying otherwise. “No. I want to be a couple.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m just…scared. I know I shouldn’t put that all on you, but you’re kind of the reason I’m scared. I like you, Zach—a lot—but what if this doesn’t work out? What if we jump in too soon?”
He sighs. “Remember when we were talking about our exes? About the lack of fireworks?”
“Yeah.”
“I swear to god, someone is going to swoop in and take my man card for this shit, but I felt them with you. When we first kissed, I knew right then you were worth jumping in with both feet and taking a risk.”
I don’t let myself overthink his words, wanting to keep my head level and clear.
“What if I’m not worth the risk?”
“We’ll never know if we don’t take it.”
“Say you’re a couple already, Dalilah!” Robbie’s voice comes loud through the speaker. “He paused the movie during an epic scene!”
“How many times have I told you that her name is Delia. Deal-ya. Get it?”
“You talk about me with Robbie?” I ask.
“Sometimes.”
“Say yes! He looks like someone kicked his goat!”
“Shut the fuck up, Robbie!”
I laugh. “If I say yes, will he stop shouting?”
“YES!” Robbie shouts again.
“I’ll take the risk, Zach, but you better be worth it.”
“You’ve seen my Harry Potter underwear—you know I’m worth it.” Then he whispers, “Wink.”
― Let's Get Textual
* * *
Me: Kind of. Yeah, we’re close. My mom worked at the hospital so it was usually just us two fending for ourselves.
* * *
Me: Okay, so I shouldn’t say fending for ourselves. That makes me sound like a dick and unappreciative of all my mom did. We just spent many nights just the two of us because my mom was a hardworking single lady and she wasn’t searching for a man to put a ring on it because she. Is. Fierce.
* * *
Zach: I bet your mom is the shit.
* * *
Me: She really is. You should meet her sometime.
* * *
Me: Oh, awkward…I’m talking about meeting the family and we’re not even officially a couple.
* * *
Zach: We’re not?
* * *
Me: We are?
My phone lights up with a call from Zach.
“Are you saying we aren’t dating?” he says before I can say anything.
“We are…”
“Are you saying you’re wanting to see other people?”
“No…”
“So then we’re a couple.”
I’m quiet, unsure what to say. I’m so scared to label this, which is stupid, I know.
“Delia?”
“Yes, Zach?”
“Do you not want to be?”
I take a deep breath and push out the answer I know is right, even though my head is saying otherwise. “No. I want to be a couple.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m just…scared. I know I shouldn’t put that all on you, but you’re kind of the reason I’m scared. I like you, Zach—a lot—but what if this doesn’t work out? What if we jump in too soon?”
He sighs. “Remember when we were talking about our exes? About the lack of fireworks?”
“Yeah.”
“I swear to god, someone is going to swoop in and take my man card for this shit, but I felt them with you. When we first kissed, I knew right then you were worth jumping in with both feet and taking a risk.”
I don’t let myself overthink his words, wanting to keep my head level and clear.
“What if I’m not worth the risk?”
“We’ll never know if we don’t take it.”
“Say you’re a couple already, Dalilah!” Robbie’s voice comes loud through the speaker. “He paused the movie during an epic scene!”
“How many times have I told you that her name is Delia. Deal-ya. Get it?”
“You talk about me with Robbie?” I ask.
“Sometimes.”
“Say yes! He looks like someone kicked his goat!”
“Shut the fuck up, Robbie!”
I laugh. “If I say yes, will he stop shouting?”
“YES!” Robbie shouts again.
“I’ll take the risk, Zach, but you better be worth it.”
“You’ve seen my Harry Potter underwear—you know I’m worth it.” Then he whispers, “Wink.”
― Let's Get Textual
“I could love you one day, Zach,” I whisper against his mouth. “I think it’s too late for me, Delia.”
― Let's Get Textual
― Let's Get Textual
“Zach: *sends you a thousand cat pictures*
* * *
Me: Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
― Let's Get Textual
* * *
Me: Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
― Let's Get Textual
“You’re not naked.” “Very astute observation.” “But I thought you’d be naked. I thought there’d be hot wild sex.” “There’s a goat waiting for us in the car…” Zach groans. “He’s such a little cockblocker.”
― Let's Get Textual
― Let's Get Textual
“You take my breath away... which I find very rude because I'm asthmatic.”
― If You Say So
― If You Say So
“Me: There’s such a thing as leftover pizza? Zach: Are you trying to make me fall in love with you, Delia?”
― Let's Get Textual
― Let's Get Textual
“Where you’re from? That’s not you. Your dreams, your goals, those aspirations you hold so dear to your heart? Those are you. The rest of it only defines you as much as you let it.”
― I Wanna Text You Up
― I Wanna Text You Up
“I’m sorry I broke the rules. I really am. But I’ll be damned if I say I’m
sorry for loving you because I’m not. I am in love with you, Lilah Jane, and
I refuse to apologize for it.”
― Empty Net
sorry for loving you because I’m not. I am in love with you, Lilah Jane, and
I refuse to apologize for it.”
― Empty Net
“Be it. Be brave. Be brave for her. Be brave for yourself. Tell her how you feel. tell her what you want. And tell her so damn loudly she has no choice but to listen to you. Just be brave.”
― Blind Pass
― Blind Pass
“He touched my ass cheek, Delia. Your hand was on my dick and he touched my fucking ass cheek.”
― Let's Get Textual
― Let's Get Textual
“Will you go on a second date with me?”
“We’re still in the middle of our first date, Zach. You can’t just ask me that out of the blue.”
“I already did, and I refuse to take it back.”
“What if I don’t like you by the end of this date?” I volley back.
“You honestly think that’s possible?” His dimples poke through his smile, and I know right then I’m going to say yes. “Say yes, Delia. Be wild. Do something crazy and fun.”
― Let's Get Textual
“We’re still in the middle of our first date, Zach. You can’t just ask me that out of the blue.”
“I already did, and I refuse to take it back.”
“What if I don’t like you by the end of this date?” I volley back.
“You honestly think that’s possible?” His dimples poke through his smile, and I know right then I’m going to say yes. “Say yes, Delia. Be wild. Do something crazy and fun.”
― Let's Get Textual
“Why wouldn’t I want to come? You’re my wife.” “You hate crowds.” “I’d sit in a crowd of a hundred thousand people if it meant being there to support you.”
― Blind Pass
― Blind Pass
“Hey, uh, Caleb?” “Yep?” “Is that your dick poking me or your phone?” He presses his lips together, trying his hardest to hold in his laughter. “That would be my dick, Zoe.”
― I Wanna Text You Up
― I Wanna Text You Up
“My name is Rose.’” A shit-eating grin breaks out across his face. “And I yell, ‘There was room on that board!’” “And I burst into tears.” “Snot is flying everywhere and she rushes off the stage and out the door. I jump to my feet and race after her to find her sitting in the middle of the parking lot, sobbing into the quiet night. So, I wrap my arm around her and let her wipe her boogers all over me.”
― Let's Get Textual
― Let's Get Textual
“Real love doesn't come around often. Hell, sometimes it never comes around at all. But when it does ... it's worth waiting for. Trust me.”
― Puck Shy
― Puck Shy
“Me: You sit around in your house with only your panties on? Zach: I do not wear “panties”, thank you very much. I wear manly boxer briefs. Me: With weird characters on them, don’t you? Zach: How did you know that?”
― Let's Get Textual
― Let's Get Textual
“But her...them...they mean everything, coach. Everything.”
― Glove Save
― Glove Save
“are you still talking to yourself! T Swift that shit and shake it off, dude!”
― Here's to Tomorrow
― Here's to Tomorrow
“You’re a cool dude.”
“A cool dude, huh? That’s what you call your best friend, or a guy you’ve stuck in the friend zone, not someone you keep kissing. Are you trying to friend-zone me, Delia?”
I roll over to face him and he peers down at me, one eyebrow raised.
I reach up and smooth it down. “You look like you’re trying to smell what the Rock is cookin’ when you do that.”
― Let's Get Textual
“A cool dude, huh? That’s what you call your best friend, or a guy you’ve stuck in the friend zone, not someone you keep kissing. Are you trying to friend-zone me, Delia?”
I roll over to face him and he peers down at me, one eyebrow raised.
I reach up and smooth it down. “You look like you’re trying to smell what the Rock is cookin’ when you do that.”
― Let's Get Textual
“The dating apps I’m willing to sign up on—AKA the”
― Love Thy Neighbor
― Love Thy Neighbor
“Me: Proposal?
* * *
Me: Let’s watch Hemlock Grove together. Via text.
* * *
Me: Also, I think it’s weird you’re always texting me, BUT, I AM texting back, so I guess that makes me weird too. You’re kind of…fun.
* * *
Zach: Only kind of?
* * *
Me: *rolls eyes* Way to ruin the moment.
* * *
Zach: *I* ruined the moment? You’re the one who lied.
* * *
Me: Point out my lie.
* * *
Zach: KIND OF. Like we both don’t know how remarkable I am.
* * *
Me: You’re very full of yourself.
* * *
Zach: Or confident. Take your pick.
* * *
Me: Why am I still talking to you?
* * *
Zach: Because we’re going to binge Hemlock Grove together?
* * *
Me: Give me thirty and we’re on.
* * *
Me: WAIT. What are you ordering to eat? Let’s be real losers and eat the same thing.
* * *
Zach: *groans* Do we HAVE to?
* * *
Zach: I’m ordering Chinese.
* * *
Me: Nah. Let’s get wings.
* * *
Zach: Fine. Wings it is.
* * *
Me: *whispers* What kind are you getting?
* * *
Zach: WE ARE NOT GETTING THE SAME FLAVOR. We aren’t THAT pathetic.
* * *
Me: Fine, but just so you know, I’m pouting.”
― Let's Get Textual
* * *
Me: Let’s watch Hemlock Grove together. Via text.
* * *
Me: Also, I think it’s weird you’re always texting me, BUT, I AM texting back, so I guess that makes me weird too. You’re kind of…fun.
* * *
Zach: Only kind of?
* * *
Me: *rolls eyes* Way to ruin the moment.
* * *
Zach: *I* ruined the moment? You’re the one who lied.
* * *
Me: Point out my lie.
* * *
Zach: KIND OF. Like we both don’t know how remarkable I am.
* * *
Me: You’re very full of yourself.
* * *
Zach: Or confident. Take your pick.
* * *
Me: Why am I still talking to you?
* * *
Zach: Because we’re going to binge Hemlock Grove together?
* * *
Me: Give me thirty and we’re on.
* * *
Me: WAIT. What are you ordering to eat? Let’s be real losers and eat the same thing.
* * *
Zach: *groans* Do we HAVE to?
* * *
Zach: I’m ordering Chinese.
* * *
Me: Nah. Let’s get wings.
* * *
Zach: Fine. Wings it is.
* * *
Me: *whispers* What kind are you getting?
* * *
Zach: WE ARE NOT GETTING THE SAME FLAVOR. We aren’t THAT pathetic.
* * *
Me: Fine, but just so you know, I’m pouting.”
― Let's Get Textual
“I’m superstitious as hell, and right now, it seems like you might be my good luck charm.”
― Body Check
― Body Check
“Me: It’s the PERFECT name. We can even buy a dark brown one and a tan one and name them Graham Cracker and Milk Chocolate. Zach: Did you just create a s’more out of my future goats? Me: …maybe.”
― Let's Get Textual
― Let's Get Textual
“So, no, I’m not being dramatic, and I’m not fucking jealous either. I’m merely trying to exist when my heart stopped beating a long time ago.”
― Match Penalty
― Match Penalty
“I’ll never admit this to anyone, but sometimes when she’s asleep, I go on there and watch them just to help her with views.”
― Blind Pass
― Blind Pass
“I want to watch you finger your cunt, Rosie,” I say against her ear. “Can you do that for me?” She gulps loudly and nods. “Yes.” “Good. Very good. Take your panties off and put them in my pocket.”
― Neutral Zone
― Neutral Zone
“I want to kiss his face.” Stevie laughs from beside me. “Maybe don’t lead with that.”
― Neutral Zone
― Neutral Zone
