Page 94 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

To my absolute not surprise, she replies almost immediately.

What the fuck? Why do I suddenly feel like someone just poked my heart, and my stomach feels weird, like something is fluttering inside it?

It's probably gas.

I don’t care that she’s texting me back.

That’s blasphemous.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-You’re so cute to think that’ll ever happen.

ME:

-What do you want?

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-You ;)

ME:

-Why do you keep spamming my inbox with your annoying texts?

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-Because I missed you, angel :(

-Your turn!

ME:

-…. My turn to what?

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-Tell me you missed me too!

ME:

-No.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

- Is that “no, I don’t miss you” or “no, I’m not going to tell you I miss you, even though I can’t live without the feeling of your lips wrapped tightly around my thick leaking cock.”

-????

ME:

-Jesus fucking shit. Nobody ever talks like that, Briar.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-Good thing I’m extraordinary ;)

-What are you up to?

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