About?

"About what?"

"Well," Ashley leans back slightly, "We fucked and then you kinda ghosted me."

"Ah," Ethan feels his stomach churn slightly. "Sorry I've been-"

Ashley holds up a hand, waving off Ethan's words. "You don't need to explain yourself. It's alright," she lowers her hand, "I like you, but not enough to lose sleep over it. But next time we fuck, and I do think that is a very real possibility, you'd better text me after. Got it?"

"Got it," Ethan nods.