He stared at the message, reading it three separate times as he tried to process the sheer audacity.
The absolute unhinged chaos energy of this woman he'd somehow fallen in love with.
His fingers shook slightly as he typed out a response.
[You're evil. Absolutely evil.]
Her reply came almost instantly, like she'd been waiting for it.
[But you love me! đ]
He let out a long, suffering groan and dropped his head back against the seat.
[Unfortunately.]
[Goodnight, oppa. Sweet dreams. đ]
Sweet dreams. She had the nerve to wish him sweet dreams after that performance.
Like he was going to sleep tonight. Like his body was going to calm down anytime in the next several hours. Like he wasn't going to spend the entire drive home and probably the rest of the evening dealing with the uncomfortable consequences of her little goodbye.
He started the car and the engine roared to life, far too loud in the quiet evening.
