“He’s got those sensitive hands,” Dante said as I stepped back into the living room, collapsing onto the couch beside him and settling Luna into my lap.
“What?”
“Seattle.” Dante rolled his eyes likeIwas the one being weird.
“Again,” I said. “What?”
“You don’t think I scoped out your internet boyfriend? He’s a Virgo, by the way.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’re a Cancer with water signs all over the place. I obviously haven’t done a full chart for Seattle but I will tell you that Virgo-Cancer sex is as hot as it gets for everyone involved. You’d love it. He’d be toe-curlingly thorough with you and he always wants to be the best at everything, sex included. Kinda jealous that you get to be a Cancer, honestly.”
“No, I…” I blinked at him, not sure what to do with that information. “He’s not my internet boyfriend and what do you meanscoped out?”
“Oh.” Dante lifted Mercury up onto his shoulder. “I just checked out his Instagram profile. He’s got sensitive hands. I know hands. He loves to touch and be touched and he’s a hopeless romantic. Which is just what you need, by the way, after—”
“Don’t wanna talk about it,” I cut him off.
“Then we won’t talk about it.”
starving.in.seattle: if I could adopt her, I would
“That’s him again,” Dante said. “Specific smile.”
catdad_93: she’d probably be good for you just to prove me a liar
“Maybe because he doesn’t spend half his time telling me how hot my other friends are,” I grumbled. Not that I really meant it. Dante was trying to cheer me up, and he’d been a really good friend since I moved to Otter Bay. I wasn’t sure what I would’ve done without him.
“He should, Iamhot.” Dante grinned at me. “He would if he knew me.”
“Feel free to introduce yourself,” I said. “He can be your internet boyfriend too.”
“So you admit he’s your internet boyfriend?” Dante asked, eyes lighting up as his grin widened.
Heat rose up my neck. He knew that wasn’t what I meant, but that wouldn’t stop him being merciless about it.
“You know I love you?” I asked instead of trying to fight him.
“Even when I’m teasing you about the cute boy who lights you up like the town Christmas tree whenever he messages?”
starving.in.seattle: I wouldn’t care if she was good or not, she’s cute
catdad_93: you’d care if she was nibbling your fingers
“See? That’s the look,” Dante said. “If the crush you had on him was electricity you could power the whole west coast. Even LA.”
“Shut up,” I said, wishing for a single moment that Dante knew less about me.
catdad_93: how were those donut holes, btw?
catdad_93: your caption said they smelled like they’d be better than sex
catdad_93: I missed saying anything because I was going out for a run
starving.in.seattle: love the way you just told me you were going for a run while I was stuffing my face with carbs and sugar
starving.in.seattle: but in answer to your question, they were
