I either need to jerk off or take a cold shower. Or jerk off in a cold shower.
I don’t know what it is about these characters, but they won’t leave me alone.
I’ve written totally the wrong thing. I haven’t made any progress on the Steele manuscript. But I have managed to stop myself from texting Owen for the last hour.
At least until Zoe texts again and asks me to do her a favor.
CHAPTER 30
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Dec 23 at 11:33 AM
GEORGE
Hi.
How are you?
I know this is ridiculous, but apparently Zoe has a bunch of errands and an article to revise before she heads out of town later, so she asked me to check on you.
Dec 23 at 11:38 AM
OWEN
Huh. She just asked me to check on YOU. And… this might sound slightly insane but she wants me to send you some memes?
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I’ll tell her you’re fine if you tell her I’m fine.
Deal.
Dec 23 at 12:13 PM
OWEN
Is it just me or are there five separate dachshunds that take midday walks on your block?
GEORGE
I believe the proper term is “weiner dog.” And there are at least that many. Including the one with the pink rhinestone collar who only shows up on weekends.
Haven’t seen that one, yet! I’ll keep a lookout for her.
Look at you, assuming. Butch is definitely NOT a girl, FYI, and I doubt he would appreciate being mistaken for one.
Duly noted.
Dec 23 at 12:32 PM
GEORGE
Speaking of local wildlife… Are there bears here?
