[My Love Stan ❤️: The one about me being handsome]
Upon seeing the message, Sophie pressed her face into the pillow and made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a squeal. Well he's right, stan was indeed a very handsome guy..
[Sophie: You're impossible]
[My Love Stan ❤️: And yet here you are. Still texting me at 11pm]
[Sophie: Because you just gave me two hundred million dollars and I'm trying to process it!!]
[My Love Stan ❤️: Take your time]
[Sophie: How am I supposed to take my time when my heart is beating this fast]
She stared at the message after she'd sent it. It was more honest than she'd intended, the kind of confession that slips out at one in the morning when defenses are low and feelings are high.
The typing indicator appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
[My Love Stan ❤️: Get some rest Sophie]
It was gentle. Warm. And completely, maddeningly noncommittal.
