Better . . . yes. Fucking weird though
Oh goodie. Do tell…
I started with Roman’s comment about me being old.
Asshole. But he’s got a point. You do need to get out more
Jeez. Don’t you start
If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me. I’m dying here. Why don’t you try to go out just once on this trip?
Well . . .
What? What! Don’t keep me hanging
I couldn’t help the smile hovering on my lips as I tapped out every detail of my evening with Pierre. I told her everything from him telling me I was beautiful to the kiss of all kisses, to his wandering hands, to getting caught.
Holy fuck, babe. That’s a hoot. Wish I’d been there
No, you don’t. It wasn’t pretty
Not true. Pierre said you’re beautiful
He just wanted to get into my pants LOL
Ha. Well, it worked
Yep. I can’t believe I did it
Oh no. Don’t tell me. I bet you’re like, OMG, WTF have I done. I’m never gonna kiss a guy again. Or some shit
Damn, she’s a freak. Her poor son won’t be able to get away with anything.
No, I’m not
Really? Ok then. Are you going back to see Pierre?
I wanted to type ‘fuck no’ but as I pondered a less harsh response, my phone buzzed.
I knew it. Why not?
I huffed out a sigh.
t’s embarrassing
No, it’s not. You kissed a guy. A fucking hot guy, by the sounds of him. And he’s French. And a chef. Holy shit, I’m gonna cum in my pants. So what if some randoms saw you? They probs went home and fucked each other’s brains out, and they’re thanking you right now.
Zali had a knack for putting a positive spin on everything. Given her situation, it was probably her only way to keep sane.
You there???
I could picture the concern on her face as I stared at a freckle on my hand. It was darker than the others around it. Weird. Just like me.
Yeah
Stop worrying babe. Nothing happened that you could get arrested for
Public indecency!!!