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The hell?

Well, don’t be a wimp, answer it.

Yeah, no. I don't have to prove anything to him, so I send it to voicemail.

Me: You trying to intimidate me by calling isn’t going to do shit for you.

Chase: No intimidation, Sox. Just wanted to hear the roused sound in your voice afterward.

Me: I haven’t opened it.

Chase: And I wanted to know what your voice sounds like. I always wondered how soft or ear grinding it’d be.

Me: Not going to happen, Yank.

Chase: Ah, I received my nickname back. You must’ve forgiven me then.

Me: I haven’t seen your dick yet.

Chase: Then put yourself out of your misery, open it, and forgive me.

Me: So confident that I'll be interested afterward.

Chase: Was it a job application for a date or a fuck? I didn’t know I was applying for anything.

Me: Not my style.

Chase: Yeah, your style is asking for a dick pic in exchange for forgiveness.

Chase: Besides, Sox, you wouldn’t have asked for it after two weeks if you hadn’t been still thinking about it.

Chase: Gonna tell me you weren’t?

Me: Not going to lie about it.

Chase: Well, if you’re not going to take what you asked for, I’ll ask for something.

Me: You haven’t earned the right to ask me for anything.

Me: And if you ask me for a boob pic, I’m going to decline that request.

Chase: Again, I'm not lacking in women, but thanks for the reminder.

Me: Dare I ask what?

Chase: I don’t know, Sox, dare you?

Me: What do you want?

Chase: Anything?

Me: Depends.

Chase: On?

Me: Come up with something, and I'll let you know.

Chase: Mhm.

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