Luna hadn't realised how often she texted Will during the day until he asked her to give him some space. It had only been three days and she'd composed so many messages to him she'd not sent.
But today, watering her plants and thinking about that night at the pool - thinking about the later more embarrassing parts of the night - she had suddenly remembered something she must have lost in all the panic and upset of it.
Luna sat with the thoughts all day, but by night she couldn't keep herself from doing it anymore.
So she texted Will: I know we're doing a whole space thing, but can we talk?