It Started with a Crush by Piper James

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Two weeks after that…

Me: I miss you.

Sage: You just saw me an hour ago.

Me: And?

Sage: I miss you, too.

Me: I can come back over…

Sage: I need to get to sleep. I have school tomorrow.

Me: Fine.

Me: Send me a pic of your boobs to tide me over.

Sage: Chase…

Me: Okay. Okay. How about one of your butt?

Sage: How am I supposed to take a picture of my butt?

Me: You’re right. I should come over to see it in person.

Sage: Corn dog.

Me: Ugh. Fine. I love you.

Sage: I love you, too, weirdo.

Sage: *sends photo*

Me: Is that…?

Sage: Yep. It’s a corn dog.

Me: In your mouth.

Sage: Nom nom nom.

Me: You’re sadistic.

Sage: But you love me for it.

Me: Fuck yeah, I do.

Me: Where’d you get a corn dog at midnight, anyway?

Sage: I keep some in my freezer for special occasions.

Me: I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve heard anyone use the words corn dog and special occasion in the same reference.

Sage: Well, there was that one time in college…

Me: What?!?

Me: Sage?

Me: What did you do with a corn dog in college, woman?!

Sage: Joking! Seriously, though, I have to get to bed.

Me: Good night. Dream of the spanks you’re going to get for that dirty trick.

Sage: Good night. And I definitely will.