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The second the photo gets delivered, I gasp loudly. Did she just? And did I just?
My finger shakes as I open it, and her face appears on the screen. One of her perfectly shaped eyebrows is raised, and she looks right at me with an ‘are you fucking with me?’ gaze that makes me chuckle again.
07:48 p.m. – Mary Mary
Fine, fine! I guess we established that you are indeed human.
07:48 p.m. – Katherina
I had fun. Better?
07:49 p.m. – Mary Mary
Much. Tell me, though. Did it hurt, or could we do it again?
07:53 p.m. – Katherina
What makes you think I’m not a fun person?
07:53 p.m. – Mary Mary
Au contraire, I think you are, but you are just very good at hiding it.
07:54 p.m. – Katherina
Clearly not good enough if you’re already onto me…
07:55 p.m. – Mary Mary
Doctora! Did you just make a joke?
07:57 p.m. – Katherina
Looks like it. And please… call me Cat?
08:01 p.m. – Mary Mary
What’s wrong with Doctora?
08:01 p.m. – Katherina
Nothing.
08:02 p.m. – Mary Mary
Then why can’t I ca
My fingers freeze, and I stare at my screen for a brief moment as the realization hits me. The flash of her eyes, the slight flush of her cheeks, the way she swallows. Oh my god!
I instantly delete my message and bite the inside of my cheek. What in the world am I going to do? A nervous chuckle escapes me, and I grin at my phone. Do I tease her with this? She is so easy to rile up, and it is addictive. Or should I ease up and give her what she’s asking for, at least for now.
I run both scenarios through my mind. Telling her I like calling her Doctora will get me more of those flushed cheeks, but it could also leave her feeling uncomfortable. It might push her away and… no, not worth it.
08:06 p.m. – Mary Mary
Cat it is! But tell me one thing…