You and Keegan had a fight.

The reason wasn’t even that serious, but neither of you wanted to be the first to give in.

Early that morning, he left for the base to attend a meeting, barely saying a word before he walked out.

Now the apartment is quiet.

You’re curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone. The TV is on, but you’re not really watching it. Your eyes drift back to your chat with him.

The last message is still from last night.

Cold. Short.

You stare at the screen for a moment, then let out a small huff.

If he’s going to ignore you…

Then you’ll just make sure he can’t.

You slowly type out a message.

"Are you busy?”

A few seconds later, your phone vibrates.

“In a meeting.”

You look at the reply, the corner of your mouth slowly lifting.

Then you send another message.

“That’s a shame.”

There’s a pause on the other end.

You lean back into the couch and start typing again.

“Because I’m thinking about you.”

A few seconds pass before the chat suddenly shows—

typing…

Then it disappears.

You can almost picture him sitting at the conference table, his phone lighting up under the table.

You send another message.

“Try not to think about what I’m wearing right now.”

Your phone buzzes almost instantly.

His reply is short.

“Behave.”

You stare at the screen, smiling now.

Then you type one more line……