I flickthe monitor with her room back over to see her opening abureau. The camera doesn’t get a good look, but it’s okay because Leticia sends me a photo of its contents.
There are phone cases, laptop cases, and piles of folded fabric. Everything is organized by color and type.
Royal:
What am I seeing, other than kick-ass organization?
Leticia:
All my phone and laptop cases, my aprons, and my hair ribbons. I really like to coordinate. Berto calls it frivolous and obsessive.
“Berto is a fucking dick,”I mumble.
The only problem is... what I want to reciprocate with drastically changes the innocence of this game we have going. Then again, maybe it isn’t so innocent after all.
Royal:
I don’t think it’s frivolous and obsessive. I think it’s creative and kinda sexy that you put so much thought into the mundane. I’ve had the same case for probably a year. I like that you change it up.
I want to send you another picture, but I want to make sure you’re okay with things getting more intimate and that this is a judgment-free zone.
I glanceover at my dresser before turning my focus back to the screen. Leticia is closing the bureau doors. Her lips move as she reads the message, and I turn the sound on to hear her.
“— would I start judging you now?” She types back a message.
Leticia:
Judgment-free zone.
Like every pieceof furniture in my bedroom, the dresser is completely custom. The top raises up on hydraulics, and the drawer pulls out, with power cords set up in the back. It’s probably overkill.I know it’s overkill.
I open it up, and the LED lights illuminate the area where I keep all my toys. The different sex toys include cock sleeves, dildos, plugs, and vibrators of various shapes and sizes.
Part of me knows, given my moderately Catholic upbringing, that I should feel some shame for this collection. But my belief in God doesn’t align with the Christians who somehow find prejudice in the messages of love and acceptance of the Bible. And the whole no-sex-before-marriage thing was clearly designed to stop the spread of disease among humans. Not applicable being a wolf.
I’m all aboutnotfollowing rules, especially those that don’t apply to me.
But does Leticia feel the same?
I hesitate. I could send her a picture of my servers instead. They’re equally organized.
If she doesn’t appreciate this, then she’s not our mate.My wolf surfaces a bit, encouraging me.
Hesitantly and with squinted eyes, I take a photo of my toy drawer and send it to Leticia.
No reply comes through right away, and I wait a few more seconds to see if maybe she’ll respond.
Tension coils in my stomach, and I close the dresser and flop backward onto my bed.I’ve ruined a good thing.
I check my phone again. Still no new messages from Leticia. I turn on the overhead projector to view the night sky before turning off the rest of the lights in my room.
It’s been almost five minutes, and I’m giving up on Leticia messaging me back, so I decide to look and see what she’s doing.
On the monitor across the room, her bedroom is empty. Her phone is on her bed, but Leticia isn’t in the room.
I scramble off my bed to the monitor wall and flick on a few others. I scroll through different camera feeds until I find her.
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