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Delete again.

Finally, I take a deep breath.

Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we’d been a little braver and just gone for it?

I stare at the message. “This is insane.”

My finger tapsSendbefore my brain has a chance to object. The little blue bubble flies away.

I groan and drop my forehead against the couch cushion.

“Congratulations, Jo. You’ve officially become the woman who randomly texts someone who wasn’t even a real ex.”

My phone buzzes.

I freeze.

No way.

There’s absolutely no way Ethan still has the same number.

I pick up the phone.

Depends.

I blink.

Another bubble appears before I can process the first.

How brave are we talking?

Then he writes something that makes my eyebrows climb halfway to my hairline and my face flush hotter than it ever has before.

That definitely isn’t Ethan. I type as fast as my thumbs will move.

Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I think I texted the wrong number.

That explains why you skipped the part where you introduced yourself before asking if I’d ever fantasized about kissing you.

Heat rushes straight into my cheeks.

Oh.

My.

God.

I clap a hand over my mouth. He thinks... No. Absolutely not. I start typing another apology. Before I can send it, another message arrives.

For the record, I haven’t decided if I should be offended or intrigued. It all depends on what you say next.

I stare at the screen.

Then, despite the absolute train wreck this evening has become, I smile.

I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to write back.

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