Page 118 of Things Left Unsaid

Zee: What do you mean who? WHO do you think?

Tee: Colton?!

Tee: YOU KISSED COLTON?

Zee: Yes.

Tee: WHEN?

Tee: Wait, no. Was it good? Tell me that first.

Zee: It was about a week ago.

Tee: YOU KEPT IT FROM ME

Zee: I knew you’d overreact!

Zee: It was just a little kiss

Tee: Was there tongue?

Zee: Maybe

Tee: Then it wasn’t a little kiss. OMG. How good was it? On a scale of ‘stick a finger in me now’ and ‘go brush your teeth.’

Zee: That’s not a measure!

Tee: It’s my idea of a measure. TELL ME OR I’LL GET A FLIGHT RIGHT THIS SECOND AND DRAG THE ANSWER OUT OF YOU

Zee: Sheesh

Zee: It was, um, ‘stick a finger in me now’ good

Tee: :O

Tee: :O

Tee: :O

Tee: I. Am. Deceased.

Tee: Did you let him?

Zee: Stick a finger in? No.

Tee: Why not?

Zee: Because, I don’t know, it wasn’t the right time

Tee: When would be the right time?

Zee: When we weren’t in his office, for one.

Tee: Desk sex is hot.

Tee: Who am I kidding? The man’s hot all round if he’s that good at kissing.

Tee: Plus, he leaves you alone to work, doesn’t pester you, AND he herded your brothers out of the way.

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