Me:My Dom, of course.
Gallan:Jesus fuck, Zaira. You’re into BDSM?
I placed a hand over my mouth and laughed.
Me:Only the type that leaves bruises and some ongoing pain.
Gallan:Fuck me 12 ways to Easter…
Me:I’m sure Alejandro can do that.
Gallan:Why don’t I trust a word you’re saying right now?
I bit my bottom lip.
Me:Because you know me well. Because you can read me like a book.
Gallan:Exactly. Now, tell me where you are.
I chuckled, and Kenzie banged the spoon she was holding, on the wooden table. I made a ‘Gimme 5’ gesture with my hand and got back to texting Gallan.
Me:At the studio kitchen.
Gallan:Come to me, then.
Those four words elicited something welcoming in my chest.
Me:I’ll be there in 10.
Gallan:Make it 3.2. It’s been an hour since I’ve kissed you. I need my fill.
Me:But how can I leave Alejandro like that?
Gallan:I’m going to kill that imaginary Alejandro of yours with my bare hands.
Once again, I found myself laughing.
Me:You wouldn’t dare. He’s so sweet and caring and attentive.
Gallan:Zaira…
He was annoyed, I could tell.
Me:Gallan…
Gallan:Why are you torturing me like this?
Me:Lol.
Gallan:Come. To. Me. NOW.
Me:……………Lol.
Gallan:I don’t even know what to say to that.
Me::–)
Gallan::–/
