Me
I'm still here. I...his sister showed up.
Alex
Lol. Tell me later. In detail, and maybe I will fuck you in the same way. Unless you love him suddenly.
Me
I do not. I want you, too. I want both of you.
Alex
Good. Because I really like you, Lola. I want to keep exploring this thing with you.
Me
I do, too. But I want to see your face.
Alex
One day. But I think the anonymity keeps us honest.
He is right, it does. I feel I can tell him anything.
Me
But I want to see you. I don't even care what you look like.
Alex
Decent enough. LOL who knows? Maybe you know me already. Or you have seen me, and you will never know.
Me
Do I?
Alex
Where's the fun in me telling you? I expect your next text to be one full of scandalous details.
He doesn't send any more texts, and I take a photo of my breasts and send it to him. Because...because I feel like I need to connect with both of them.
"Shit." I look around for my bra, but it is not there, so Ipull on the rest of my clothes and button up my top over my bare breasts. I'm betting my bra is still on Enzo's living room floor.
And I'm going to have to get it.
Face him.
His sister.
Crap.
With a deep breath, I get up, shoving my feet into my shoes and my phone into my bag. I splash water on my cheeks, then head out.
There is no one in the living room. From upstairs, I can hear Enzo shouting at someone, but I follow the scent of coffee now intermingled with the chocolatey goodness that only hot chocolate can smell like.
It is downstairs, and in a large kitchen that overlooks a back terrace, a girl sits at the table, head in her hands, eating marshmallows from a bag. Well, first she dips them in the chocolate, and then she eats them.
