Page 31 of Make Me Dream of You

Does the guy you like know about the date?

ANG3L:

Yes, he does. And he was not happy about it. But not because he was jealous, he thought I wasn’t being safe. I think he thinks of me like a little sister

2Horned:

Fuck. That sucks.

That reminds me, I need to ask Livvy how her date with Mark the body builder went. They can’t have anything in common, right? Like, what would they even talk about? She’s so sweet and smart and likes art history and he looks like his deepest thoughts are about whether the chocolate or peanut butter protein powder flavor is the best.

I’m being judgmental, I know. I don’t know why. I’m sure he’s nice. Sometimes I wish I was nice. He just doesn’t seem right for her.

ANG3L:

What should I tell him about the date if he asks?

2Horned:

Tell him it was great

Jimmy’s a regular so I tell him to head on down to my station when I get out to the lobby.

Livvy smiles up at me from the front desk and I try to return it in as naturally as possible.

But acting natural around her these last two days has been impossible, because every time I talk to her, or pass her, or see her in my periphery, or even just think her name, I’m thinking about her naked.

I mean, I’m not imagining her naked, but thinking about how I’m going to see her naked. It feels like kind of a big deal, but she’s acting like it’s no big deal, so I can’t act like it’s a big deal either. Right?

“Hey,” I say. “Thanks for the work you did updating my portfolio. It looks great.”

“Thanks. It was fun.” She smiles so sweetly and she’s so damn pretty.

“How’s it going up here? Good? No problems?”

“No problems.” She’s probably wondering why I’m hovering.

I’m stalling. Fuck.

“So…uh…” I clear my throat. “We still on for tomorrow?”

“Oh, yeah. I was thinking around nine? Bex will be working so we’ll have a good few hours of privacy.” She looks up at me with those big, innocent hazel eyes.

A few hours?

My cock throbs of its own volition and I slide my hands into my jean pockets so my now half-chub isn’t noticeable.

“Cool,” I say. See, she’s chill. I’m chill.

I should get back to work.

“Oh,” I say as I turn to go to my station. “I forgot to ask…how did your date go with Mark?”

Her face lights up at my question and now I wish I’d never asked.

“It was great!” she says.

It was fucking great?

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