Does this make me some kind of whore?
"Sure, Lola, and it is nineteen fifty. Jesus."
I pause.
"Also, it's not like you're fucking a string of different men every night."
I frown. Not that it is bad when someone does that. More power to them. But that is just not me.
Christ, what am I going to do when we meet?
Ifwe meet.
Are we going to meet?
I almost reach for my phone to ask when I snatch my hand back.
I'm not sure I want to.
Okay, I do, but I also don't because there is something delicious about this.
There is the sane part of me that knows I shouldn't like this, should be disturbed by his invasion of privacy under the guise of flowers. But I'm not.
That sane part is also turned on.
Alex
Should I be jealous at how hard you just came thinking of another guy?
Me
Thinking? I had a picture.
Alex
Daggers. That's what you're hurling at me. Hot, sexy daggers.
I giggle.
Me
Are daggers sexy?
Alex
They are if they come from you.
I lie down, unable to wipe the grin from my face.
The fact he is funny just makes him sexier. It makes me want him more.
I almost tell him that if he sent me a picture, I wouldn't have to use a proxy. But that just isn't the game we are playing.
Me
I thought that kind of thing turned you on.
Alex
