Prepare. In nine hours I blow your mind with surprises.

Surprises, hmmm. He left all sorts of surprises in my apartment last night as well. Boxes and boxes of gifts, and the new bedsheets and comforter did not escape me either. It might’ve been my best night of sleep ever. I’m just not sure if it’s because I was fucked unconscious, because of the new bedding, or because living a fantasy is exhausting. But either way, dragging my butt up out of bed was difficult.

I text back, I can’t help it.

You’re #OnMyMind, is that good or bad?

I press send and then immediately wish I could take it back. I should not discuss my feelings with him. He’s made it very clear we’re just fucking, and the fact that I’m having feelings is going to put an end to this as soon as he figures it out. In fact he might be debating that right now. Should I cancel our tweet date? he’s probably wondering. Is she getting clingy already?

Way to go, Grace.

My phone buzzes and I look down.

I’m smiling, Grace. You made me smile.

What’s that mean?

And then my phone dings a noise I’ve never heard before and an alert comes through.

FaceTime, Accept?

I didn’t even know I had FaceTime. I press accept and a view of Los Angeles appears. “Are you alone?” Vaughn asks.

“Yes,” I giggle back.

His face comes into view and he grins at me. “You look nice today. What are you up to?”

I bite my lip and look around. I’m fucking FaceTiming with Vaughn Asher in public. “Um…” And then I spot Kristi coming out of the bathroom. “I’m looking at flowers with a client. And she’s coming back from the restroom, so I can’t really talk.”

“Mmmmm,” he says back. “I want to fuck you right now.”

“Shhh,” I say, looking around to make sure no one can hear him.

“Tweet me something special when you ditch the friend.” And then the screen goes black and cycles back to home.