The moment I see the words hi, Sticky, I forget how to breathe. Which is rude, because I was doing such a great job of panicking over Ashley the skank and the picture that could end her little engagement.

But now?

Now my body does this completely involuntary shimmy, like my soul just put on a feather boa and twirled.

Pathetic really.

Theo. It has to be him. It's the worst possible moment, obviously. I'm mid-revenge fantasy, robe askew, heart full of righteous fury.

And yet... my traitorous fingers want to text back immediately. Something chill. Something hot-but-unbothered, like "who's this?" even though we both know damn well who it...