Page 19 of Guarded (Hopeless Blessed #3)
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Noah
Nate dobbed me in to Micah.
Jeremiah
About the museum?
Yup.
Fuck.
It’s been all over the news, but they can’t explain how it was done.
Did you get in trouble?
Not really.
He tried lecturing me, but Nox cackling in the corner kind of ruined the effect.
I’m sorry though. I should’ve been with you to take the bollocking too.
Nah, it’s fine.
I think he was amused by it all.
He did suggest something calmer for our next date.
In our defence, we didn’t start the night planning to steal the most famous marbles in the world.
Exactly! If we can get into trouble starting at a poetry slam, just think of the mayhem we might get into next time.
I can’t wait to find out.
Jeremiah
This book is weird as fuck, but also very funny.
Noah
The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy?
Yeah. I see what you meant about the poetry haha.
It’s hilarious!
Wait, why are you awake? Isn’t it like 3 am there?
Aw, are you tracking the time zone where I am?
Someone has a crush.
It’s me. I have a crush on you.
Fuck. Sorry. Have I made it weird?
Only by avoiding the question…why are you awake?
I don’t know if anyone has told you this, but supes don’t need as much sleep as humans…
See, I’d buy that if you hadn’t texted me several hours ago telling me you were knackered because it’s been a few days since you’d slept.
Which, again, means you’re evading the question.
Damn. I won’t lie, you calling me on my bullshit is a turn-on.
Please feel free to do it again in future.
I’ll do it right now by pointing out you STILL HAVEN’T ANSWERED THE QUESTION.
Eurgh, fine.
I had a nightmare.
Happens sometimes. When it does, there’s no point trying to sleep any more.
I’m sorry, Jeremiah.
That sucks.
Do you want to talk about it?
Not really.
But maybe that means I should?
I’m not a therapist, but I think getting it off your chest could be a good idea. Especially if it’s the same nightmare every time?
It is.
It’s not just a nightmare; it’s a memory.
I don’t want to tell you via text.
That’s valid.
There’s no rush Jeremiah.
Just know I’m here to talk about it. Whatever or whenever you want.
It’s okay.
I’m fine.
It’s keeping me awake, but it’s not bothering me as much as it once did.
Why’s that?
It’s the sunrises, I think.
And those I’ve shared them with.
Oh? Been flying with other people at dawn, have you?
No. Only one.
I don’t think you can speak of it as a plural then.
I can when the one meant more than all the rest added together.
Noah
Did you sleep better last night?
I did, thank you.
And now another day has passed until I get to see you.
Aw, are you counting?
Always.
Every day. Every hour. Every second.
…
See, that reads like a joke.
But I don’t think you’re joking.
I’m not.
Does that scare you?
A little.
But mainly because I’m counting down too.
Well, if we’re both counting, maybe we could move our date up a bit?
Or perhaps even meet up twice? Really go to town.
It’s tempting…
Why do I sense a ‘but’ coming?
But I think we should stick to once a month.
I’m sorry.
It’s easier for me. I don’t want to rush this.
That’s fine, Noah.
I want to do whatever you’re most comfortable with.
They broke the mould when they made you.
They had to. Any more of me running around and it’d be chaos.