Aria pov
"Shut up." But my fingers hovered over the screen. I read his message again. Then saved it to my favorites folder before I could stop myself.
"You saved it." Olivia's voice was smug. "You're so gone for him."
"I am not"
"You are." She poked my shoulder. "And it's cute. Terrifying, but cute."
I set my phone down, face-down so I couldn't see if he texted again. My coffee had gone cold. I dumped it in the sink, the dark liquid swirling down the drain.
"I'm being practical," I said, rinsing the cup. The water ran hot over my hands. "He's Noah's father. We're co-parenting. That's all."
"Co-parents don't save flirty texts."
"We're not having this conversation." I dried my hands on a towel, the fabric rough against my palms.
"We absolutely are." But Olivia was laughing. "Fine. Back to party planning. How many pizzas for eighteen four-year-olds?"
"Too many." I pulled up a calculator on my phone. "Way too many."
That Evening
