Fine. I’ll figure out if he knows how to press a button and drag a machine up and down a floor. I got you, Bunny Doc. Wink wink wink.
Unnecessary number of winks.
Wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink
I’m getting an eye tic!
Your mate can kiss it better. I’m sure he’s dying to
To kiss my tics away?
Sure. Let’s go with that.
I blushed.
What? No answer? Are your eyes ticking again??
No. Just thinking
About?
Waiting here
I’m about to send more winks. Your eye will twitch forever
So impatient, Rudolph. Mostly I was just feeling shy thinking about our equality in bed.
What do you mean?
He’s probably used to more hardcore sex than me. Or some weird cage thing. I heard about BYOL the other day. Can you believe it?
Again, no answer. This time I didn’t respond either. When a text came, I jumped.
So what? The guy can’t buy lube and condoms all the time. Isn’t it about equality? One brings the condoms, the other the lube?
So defensive
Just equal. But I’m sure there’ll be plenty of lube
I don’t want to use the lube he had with his girls.
Bunny, bunny, he’ll make sure you don’t need any artificial lube
I blushed, thinking of his gray eyes on me again.
This conversation isn’t appropriate!
Why? We’re both adults, and you are a DOCTOR
Still. We found our mates. Talking like this to another guy feels wrong.
Does it?
You think he still speaks with his lube carriers?
Why would he? He found you.
I curled tighter into my blankets with a tiny, stupid giggle.
