Vee:
Answer my question, Sor.
Me:
Um, let’s say it’s unspoken by both parties.
Or not so unspoken, seeing as Liam had confirmed it would only be a sex thing. But they don’t need to know that. I suspect they’ll be offended on my behalf.
Sadie:
I say, Hell yeah, still.
If both sides agree and there’s no chance of catching feelings,
then why wouldn’t you shag the shit out of a celebrity?
Bragging rights and all that.
I gnaw on my lower lip and shake my head, not liking the idea of bragging about having sex with the Cordova pack. I wouldn’t want to tell anyone about it, not in that context. It seems… disloyal or slimy. But then again, to Sadie and Sylvie, this is a hypothetical, so I can see where she’s coming from.
Sylvie:
In this hypothetical situation, would you be able to stay emotionally detached?
Me:
…
No comment.
Sadie:
Shit, really?
Vee:
And there’s no chance of both parties wanting to have an actual relationship?
Me:
I mean, this is all hypothetical,
so I suppose hypothetically it could turn into something more.
Sadie:
Are you going to tell us who this hypothetical situation is about?
Me:
…
No comment.
It definitely won’t, but they don’t need to know that. After all, this is all a practice in hypotheticals.
There’s a long pause in which I get the impression they might be having a conversation without me in their own text chain. I sigh and stare at the beams on my ceiling until my phone buzzes again.