Page 52 of Make Me Dream of You

She doesn’t reply right away. Finally sending me an eyebrow raised emoji.

No pictures is one of her rules. I shouldn’t have suggested it. I know that.

2Horned:

What about no face? A body shot.

Men are very visual. It’d give me something to look at or imagine next time I get off for you

She hasn’t replied in a minute and I’m starting to panic. My attempts to backtrack are somehow simultaneously doubling down and making it worse. I decide to go light, play it off as a joke.

2Horned:

What about just a shoulder? Chin? Foot?

ANG3L:

I didn’t know you were into feet

I’ll make a note of that

2Horned:

I’m not. But I don’t know.

Maybe I’d be into yours

ANG3L:

I’ll think about it

She’ll think about it? That’s what moms say when they don’t want to say no but the answer is unequivocally no.

I need to change the subject. Fast.

The whole exchanging pictures conversation is dangerous, anyway. What if Wood is right and she’s not who she says she is, or I’m just not attracted to her at all? The illusion shattered. The soulmate on the other side of the screen who I can talk about anything with, gone.

That would be devastating.

I look up, Livvy is across from me, looking at her screen, worrying her lower lip. Talk about cute. She’s adorable. And that lip. Her fucking perfect plump lip. I throw a pillow at her.

She looks up when it bounces off her shoulder. “Hey!”

“You’re missing your show.”

“I’m listening to it.”

“Mhm.”

2Horned:

Oh hey, so thank you for your advice last night. The present was a great idea

ANG3L:

So things are all good between you now?

2Horned:

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