I couldn’t sleep again that night. I tossed and turned at the thoughts of the roller coaster that had been that day.
I rolled onto my left side. The blouse that Dylan bought me was hanging from a hanger on my closet doorknob and it caught my eye. I smiled, then my eyes grew wide and that smile turned to a frown. I bolted upright in bed. I realized I had never actually thanked Dylan for buying it for me.
I grabbed my phone from the night stand and opened our messages. To my surprise, there were three little dots at the bottom of the screen. He was typing something to me! Butterflies burst in my chest and a smile crept across my face.
“How was Logan with you after lunch?” He finally sent me.
“Well, he was talking to me, anyway,” I wrote back.
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