CHAPTER 12
MY COMPUTER PINGED the second I walked through the door of my apartment. Why? What did it want? Couldn’t it understand I was busy being emotionally confused?
Tempting though it was to crawl into bed and wallow in pity, I bent to peer at the screen.
WellRed: If you’re ignoring me, I hope it’s because you’re out having fun :)
Above that, there was another message from an hour before.
WellRed: Hey, Ashlyn, are you there?
Ashlyn? Oops, I hadn’t even told him my real name. Awkward, especially after all he’d done for me yesterday. But the thought that I barely knew him still lurked at the back of my mind. I was sure even a pervert could cook paella if the mood took him. What if WellRed was a Spanish freak?
Oh, what the hell… I plonked my ass in the chair and typed.
AshlynHale:
