Cal: I did? Shit, I did.

Cal: Sorry?

Grey: Did you mean it?

Cal: That depends. Did you mind?

Grey: No. I liked it. Loved it actually.

Cal: Then yes. I meant it.

Grey: Awwww *blushes prettily and giggles*

Cal: Has your day gotten any better?

Grey: Much better, thanks to you. Starting my day with a text from Calvin seems to always help. But enough about me—how was YOUR day?

Cal: It would have been better if my friends weren’t such sick sonsabitches. I won’t get into details, but let’s just say it involved naked ass cracks, lunges, and MY boxer shorts. And the boxer shorts were not on me, but on Mason.

Grey: I just laughed out loud, and now my friends all want to know why I’m giggling.

Cal: Where are you?

Grey: Sitting in the dining hall, having a group lunch on campus.

Cal: What did you tell them you were laughing at?

Grey: The truth. I told them the truth: that you made me laugh and that you make me happy.

Grey: *yawn* My gosh, why am I so tired?!

Cal: You already in bed?

Grey: Yes. The pillows were calling my name. You?

Cal: Yeah. Reading a book.

Grey: Which one?

Cal: American Sniper. Have you seen the movie?

Grey: Not yet.

Cal: We should definitely go see it. I mean—if you want.

Grey: Yeah, we should. I’ll go anywhere that serves popcorn in a gallon-sized bucket. Do you read a lot?

Cal: Yes. I’ll read just about anything—except maybe textbooks. Ha ha.

Grey: Likes to read: add that to the list of things I like about you.

Grey: *yawn* Hey, Cal?

Cal: Yeah, Greyson?

Cal: Grey?

Cal: Did you fall asleep on me?

Cal: Guess so.

Cal: Sweet dreams, sweetheart.

Grey: Morning! I am so sorry I passed out on you last night. Your messages were nice to wake up to, though. Although, somehow I can’t picture you calling me sweetheart to my face. Don’t tough guys hate that kind of mushy stuff?

Cal: Hold that thought, baby cakes. Ha ha. Just got in from my jog. Give me a few to jump in the shower. I’ll text you in a bit.

Cal: Really needed that shower. I did a quick 5 miles. You don’t happen to jog, do you? Six Rivers has some sweet trails.

Grey: Honestly, no. But I’m willing to try anything once that won’t kill me.

Cal: Seriously?

Grey: Yes. I’ll just make sure to run behind you so I can stare at your superb ass #motivation

Cal: Hey. You stole my line.

Cal: Hey, Grey?

Grey: Yeah?

Cal: I’m starting to miss you.

Grey: Me too.

Cal: You miss you too?

Grey: Stop it, you’re killing the mood.

Cal: Sorry. But I do miss you. Is that weird?

Grey: Everything about us is weird.

Grey: Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows.

Cal: Oh brother, that’s horrible. Did you steal that line from a movie?

Grey: JUST DO IT

Cal: So feisty in the morning—I like it. Okay, fine. But I’m only doing this because although you’re small, you’re scary. Let’s see, something no one else knows. Um. Okay. I have one: everyone thinks I broke my nose playing football, but in reality, it got broken when I was in a fight with my sister.

Cal: She was chasing me, and I smashed into a door trying to get away from her. I was 15.

Grey: LOLOL >tear< you’re so adorable.

Cal: *rolls eyes* your turn.

Grey: Alright, um…I broke up with my last boyfriend, but I let him tell people he broke up with me.

Cal: You must have really wanted to get rid of him. When was this?

Grey: Freshman year. So, two years ago.

Cal: And that’s the last guy you dated?

Grey: Pretty much. What about you?

Cal: I haven’t dated any guys in the last two years either.

Grey: Would you KNOCK IT OFF?

Cal: Why do you keep yelling at me in all caps?

Grey: Just answer the question.

Cal: Fine. My last “real” girlfriend was a girl I dated in high school. Kid shit, nothing serious. I didn’t even take a date to prom; I only went to that because I was on court and my mom made me go.

Cal: So, going back to what you said before: if it’s been two years since you dated anyone, does that mean…

Grey: Does that mean… what? *blank stare*

Cal: It’s a personal question. You don’t have to answer.

Grey: Go. Spit it out already.

Cal: How long has it been? Since.

Grey: Ah, now we’re getting down to the nitty gritty… How long have you been dying to ask me about sex?

Cal: Long enough, smart-ass.

Grey: LOL. Okay, so how long has it been since I’ve had sex—2 long-ass years. Sorry, but I’m not the kind of girl that sleeps around. I’m a committed-relationship kind of person. Does that satisfy your curiosity?

Cal: Yes. I like that about you.

Grey: Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s what all guys say until they want to have sex with me but refuse to commit. Then they get pissed and never call back. Some guys are so delusional. They think buying a girl one cheap beer is enough to get them into bed. Please, don’t make me laugh.

Grey: Besides, if you were trying to have sex with me, you wouldn’t like it so much either.

Cal: I can’t like the fact that you don’t sleep around? And trust me, I don’t need to pressure anyone to sleep with me.