Me:He knows I was with you today:’(
Beauty:Will I be shot in the head as soon as I get to your house tomorrow?
I chuckled, and felt myself starting to relax.
Me:Why would you say that?
Beauty:I’ve seen the rifle above your fireplace, Rina.
I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing.
Me:And how do you know it’s real? It could very easily be a prop.
Beauty:Because Taron has one just like it. And also because I know what a real gun looks like.
Me:So what, you can’t take a measly bullet for me? And here I thought we were star-crossed lovers.
Beauty:I’ll negotiate and take a wedgie instead, how about that?
I covered my mouth with a hand as I laughed.
Me:Kinky. I like it;)
Beauty:Pain isn’t kinky:/
Me:It is for a lot of people.
Beauty:Seeing you blush when I touch you is my kink.
I felt heat coursing through my body after reading that.
Me:How did we move from you being afraid of getting your brain blown out, to you flirting with me?
Beauty:I’ll always flirt with you, even if I’m bleeding out at your feet.
I shook my head and smiled.
Me:You’re crazy.
Beauty:I’m blaming the Rum Cakes for my mental dysfunction.
Me:Or maybe the twelve cheese empanadas you had at the Market today.
Beauty:Those were pretty addicting, weren’t they?
Me:And so were your kisses after that. Nothing tastes better than a pair of lips that are smeared with cheese and crispy dough.
Beauty:I love it when you talk dirty to me;)
I couldn’t help but laugh again.
Me:You think Avô will let you continue working at the house after that?
He didn’t reply instantly, so I sent him another message.
Me:Did you get home alright?
Beauty:Yeah. Sorry for the late response. Mr. Ribeiro was texting me, so I had to get back to him.
