Isn’t the point to make memories? To enjoy the moments?
I hear Mom’s voice drawing closer, likely done helping Capri get into her dress. I slip out my phone and send a quick text to Easton.
I just want to talk to him. To hear what he has to say, even if it’s gibberish electricity stuff. It’s not meaningless to him, and that makes it important to me.
He can rattle off how to build a damn power pole from start to finish, and I’d ask him to start over again if it means his attention is solely on me.
But it seems I didn’t have to text him first after all because one is already waiting for me.
Ranger
Scale of 1-10…how perfect does Capri look in her dress?
*Swoon* I hardly had a chance to talk about this on the phone the other night, and he still remembered.
The limit does not exist when it comes to her beauty…I can tell ya that. She’s actually about to walk out right now. I just know my jaw will be on the floor. Check on your girl for proof of life.
Ranger
I can already hear your pretty squeal from here.
*Double swoon*
Hold the applause. Mrs. Trunchbull wearing Versace Crystal Noir is about to dampen the mood.
Ranger
I never did like that scent.
Ugh. I knew there was a reason I liked you besides your cocking skills.
Ranger
Been thinkin about my cock, lost girl?
Only like every day. Need to break this dry spell.
Bubbles cross the screen, showing me he’s typing. But they stop and start again. He’s conflicted about what to say. Good.
Ranger
Let me know if you need some inspiration.
Are you offering to sext with me, Easton?
Ranger
Maybe I am.
Well, in that case…don’t tempt me with a good time. I can be home in less than an hour.
Ranger
Haha. Go cheer Capri on and call me when you’re feeling needy.
“Collie, honey. Put your phone away and come help with this train.”
Mother’s pestering would normally spur me on to piss her off even more out of spite, but the view of Capri before me quite literally takes my breath away.
