I’m going to need a little more than that.
We’ve been all about stating the obvious in this conversation, so I guess I’ll stick with that trend. Because I’m fat, plus-size, overweight, obese…whatever you prefer to call it.
Because you have big hips and a round ass?
You could put it that way, too
“At least you don’t havea pair of fucked up eyes that I want to burn out of my head!” I grumble to myself, my voice intensifying as I finish the statement.
Frustration grips me, and I scrub them with the palms of my hands. This is why I’ll never be an educated man or much into books. Maybe it’s a lost cause with her being a writer and all.
When I look back at the screen, I realize with a sinking feeling that the app automatically sent my next response, dictating my last words with a hefty dose of auto-correct.
FIERCE
And a pair of thick thighs that I want to bury my head
FELICITY
Between?
Fuck! What have I done?!
FELICITY
You really are a caveman, aren’t you?
I’m sweating bullets now. I turn off the dictation option. What a fucking disaster!
ME
Would you believe an auto-correct problem?
FELICITY
Uh no
Sorry
So, you don’t want to do that?
Shit, she’s playing with me now. Like a cat kills a field mouse, slowly and painfully. I try to reroute the conversation.
ME
Smart, patient, and funny. What’s not to like about you?
FELICITY
Since I’m on a dating site, I’ll spare you that very long list
Now, I don’t believe you
I shake my head. How is she still talking to me after that dictation fail? She wasn’t lying when she said she liked blunt and crass. My cock strains against the zipper of my Wrangler’s, ready to suggest a few more topics of conversation.
Swiping through her photos again, I feel my pulse race. She’s as stunning as they come—big blue doe eyes, long dark lashes, immaculately-groomed, arched brows, lush, full, cherry-stung lips, a heart-shaped face with dimples in her full, pink cheeks, a perky, slightly upturned nose, and a cleft in her chin that begs for a good kissing.
FELICITY