Poppy: No way. What if I don’t do hookups?
Owen: Then the last person you slept with. Are you forfeiting out of the gate?
Poppy: Ugh. No, I’ll do it.
I can’t believe this. What if I just say I did it but don’t? He’d never know. But then, if we end up together, I’d have lied, and what if he asks to see the text?
Owen: Are you chickening out?
Poppy: Just give me a minute. I’m doing it.
Here goes nothing. Taking a deep breath, I type out the message to Braden, wondering how this will go after I shut him down last week. The crazy thing is, a part of me wanted to meet up with him since I haven’t stopped thinking about what we did. But I know it would bite me in the ass if I gave in. Booty calls may be the norm for him, but I couldn’t keep my heart out of it if they became a habit.
Poppy to Braden: My feet smell.
Poppy: All right. I did it.
Owen: Good girl. Your turn.
Poppy: That’s it? You’re just going to trust me?
Owen: Isn’t that what all solid relationships are based on?
Oh. My. God. A ‘good girl’ and a meaningful statement back-to-back. I’m swooning over here.
Braden: I’m sorry to hear that, Mouse. Too bad I’m not with you.
Poppy: How would that help?
Braden: I’d wash your feet.
WTH? He can’t be serious.
Owen: Are you there?
Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into? I’m talking to two men at once. This is wrong on so many levels. Not to mention, really difficult to keep track of.
Poppy: Sorry. Truth or dare? Though I think you owe me a dare after that.
Owen: LOL, I’ll indulge you this time. Dare.
Ugh. I wasn’t ready. I have no idea what to make him do, and I can’t copy him. However, giving him a taste of his own medicine sounds good. Hmmm, it’s too easy to pass up.
Poppy: Text your last hookup that you want to wash her feet.
Owen: Cute. And completely unoriginal.
Poppy: You started it.
Shoot. I left Braden hanging, but another text shows up anyway. I must’ve taken too long.
Braden: Is this a bad time to share my foot fetish? I’d love to wash your feet. I’m hard just thinking about it.
Wait. What the hell? I screwed up with that dare, since now it’s even harder to keep each conversation straight. I’m so confused.
Owen: Done. Truth or dare?
Poppy: Truth
