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Reckless and Relentless
I noticed something about him early on—he’s reckless when it comes to me.
Not in the bad way. Not in the irresponsible way. But in the I-want-to-talk-to-you-every-possible-second way.
Like when he texts while driving.
The first time I saw it, I didn’t hesitate. "You’re texting me while driving??"
His response? A pouty emoji.
"Baby, is it that bad that I wanna talk to my woman every moment possible?"
YES. IT IS.
I scolded him. Told him he better keep his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road. And you’d think that would be the end of it, right? That he’d listen?
Well.
Next time, same thing.
"Are you texting while driving again?"
More pouty emojis. More playful whining. "I miss you, baby."
And yeah, my heart melted a little—but still. "Eyes. On. The. Road."
Oh once he texted me before starting the engine. "I'm heading out now, love. I'll text when I get there. Happy?"
Yes. Yes, I was.
This is our new routine now. He teases, I scold. And in the end? He listens. He might whine, he might try to make me feel just a little guilty for demanding his full attention on the road instead of me, but he listens.
Because deep down, he knows— I only nag because I care.
And he? He loves that I do.
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Reckless and Relentless
I noticed something about him early on—he’s reckless when it comes to me.
Not in the bad way. Not in the irresponsible way. But in the I-want-to-talk-to-you-every-possible-second way.
Like when he texts while driving.
The first time I saw it, I didn’t hesitate. "You’re texting me while driving??"
His response? A pouty emoji.
"Baby, is it that bad that I wanna talk to my woman every moment possible?"
YES. IT IS.
I scolded him. Told him he better keep his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road. And you’d think that would be the end of it, right? That he’d listen?
Well.
Next time, same thing.
"Are you texting while driving again?"
More pouty emojis. More playful whining. "I miss you, baby."
And yeah, my heart melted a little—but still. "Eyes. On. The. Road."
Oh once he texted me before starting the engine. "I'm heading out now, love. I'll text when I get there. Happy?"
Yes. Yes, I was.
This is our new routine now. He teases, I scold. And in the end? He listens. He might whine, he might try to make me feel just a little guilty for demanding his full attention on the road instead of me, but he listens.
Because deep down, he knows— I only nag because I care.
And he? He loves that I do.
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No one *ever* pinged me while driving, oh w8...... I swear, just meant steering d wheel..
