Don't Text Me or Remarry Me

Synopsis

The glow of the phone screen was harsh in the darkness. Willa stared at the words [Are you busy?], her finger hovering over the "unsend" button for a good ten seconds. She never pressed it—two minutes had already passed since she hit send. Too late now. She'd meant to text her best friend, Dawn. Somehow, Luke's profile was still stubbornly sitting third in her chat list. Two years without contact, and she'd never deleted it. A slip of the thumb, and the message was gone. Great. Willa buried her face in her pillow, wishing she could turn back time. She could picture Luke's face the moment he saw it: that perpetually frozen expression, brows slightly furrowed, looking at the message like it was the dumbest thing he'd ever witnessed. Her phone buzzed. She picked it up, heart in her throat. A new message sat beside Luke's profile, timestamped Just now. [Send me one more word, and I'm dragging you to the courthouse to remarry tomorrow!]