It Started with a Crush by Piper James

Chapter Forty

Early December

Me: Help!

Sage: What’s wrong?

Me: I don’t know what to get my girlfriend for Christmas.

Sage: I hear she likes corn dogs.

Me: Very funny. I stole all her corn dogs and threw them in the trash.

Sage: That’s it, then! Buy her a year’s supply for Christmas.

Me: Why would she need a year’s supply of corn dogs?

Sage: Well, if you don’t know that, then you’ve got bigger problems.

Me: Ah, come on, Sage! I don’t need that visual!

Sage: *devil emoji*

Me: Seriously though, is there anything you really want?

Sage: I have everything I could possibly want.

Me: Good answer. Not helpful in the least, but good all the same.

Sage: #sorrynotsorry

Me: How about a paddle?

Sage: I don’t own a boat.

Me: Not that kind of paddle.

Sage: I don’t play ping-pong either.

Me: I’m thinking one with holes in it. Less wind resistance.

Me: Or would you prefer leather?

Sage: Only if you tie me up first.

Me: Fuck.

Sage: I’m kidding!

Sage: Sort of.

Me: I’m already in the truck.

Sage: Don’t text and drive. See you soon.