Bunny Moon and Morning Quarrel
Julian narrowed his eyes.
"What now?" he muttered at the glowing screen, though the corner of his mouth betrayed him.
The chat box flickered.
Message received.
"Oh? Then why are you still holding the phone so tightly?"
Julian stared.
Then typed back.
"Because I'm deciding whether you're a menace."
A reply came instantly.
"Liar. You're smiling."
Julian froze.
How was she seeing through him through a phone?
Another.
"Also…"
Pause.
Typing again.
"If you want do some sex with me, I can come to you."
Julian nearly dropped the phone.
His ears burned.
He sat upright on the bed.
"This woman has no shame…"
Yet his pulse thundered.
"Bianca!" he hissed under his breath.
Her next message came almost instantly.
"Hehe. Goodnight, handsome husband."
Julian typed furiously.
"Who gave you permission to call me husband?"
Reply.
"Future rights."
Then one final line.
"Unless you want me to come over."
