We like our privacy and require the knowledge that there won’t be any surprises.
“She’s getting attached. She moved here to get away from everything. She needs to focus on herself and not get mixed up with the hot single dad.”
I gape at him as Lach drops into the chair, wiping tears from his eyes as he laughs hysterically.
“Dude,” I murmur, unable to keep the amusement from my voice.
“I know, but she’s my baby sister, okay? I don’t want to see her get hurt and also? It would help if she didn’t have to tell me how good-looking he is and what a great dad he is.”
“Maybe I need a hot single dad,” Lach muses, his eyes falling suggestively to Mav who flips him the bird.
“Fuck all the way off.”
Ah, so glad we’re getting the band back together.
GARRETT: I need to know what color
EMERSON: What color?
GARRETT: Your lips
GARRETT: I can’t stop thinking about it
EMERSON: You really want to know?
GARRETT: Yes
EMERSON: Did you write a song today?
GARRETT: You can’t just demand a song
EMERSON: I can if you want this exact shade of lipstick wrapped around your cock later
GARRETT: That is not helpful for productivity
EMERSON: I thought it was good for motivation
GARRETT: The only thing it’s done is make it hard to sit
EMERSON: I can sit on it later…
GARRETT: Dammit Em
EMERSON: (kiss face emoji)
GARRETT: Also yes I did write a song
EMERSON: What a tease…
GARRETT: Promise not to tease you later
EMERSON: That’s good because I have the BEST news!
GARRETT: What’s that?
EMERSON: The deal that I’ve been working on in Tennessee went through!
GARRETT: That’s great, Em, do you want to celebrate?