Page 48 of Catching Feelings

Elizabeth77: We’re friends, at most. I’m not his type and he’s not mine.

Adam86: Bullshit on you not being his type. Why isn’t he yours?

Elizabeth77: He’s extremely outgoing. Flirty. A playboy. But he’s also a nice guy.

Adam86: Ouch. No guy wants to be called that.

Elizabeth77: No. Really. He makes me laugh and I like talking with him.

Adam86: No chemistry?

Elizabeth77: On my end, yes. On his? Not so sure. And even if we did go out, I don’t think he’d do those things I want.

Adam86: Those things?

Elizabeth77: The things I could barely type to a stranger.

Adam86: You mean rough sex?

Elizabeth 77: Mhm

Adam86: Dirty talk.

Elizabeth77: Yeah

Adam86: Dominance. Tying you up. Spanking your fuckable ass. Pinning you against a wall and making you come without even touching your pussy? Fucking your tits and coming on your chest, your neck. In your hair. Marking you. Choking your throat with his cock.

Elizabeth77: God, yes.

Adam86: Fuck. Me.

Elizabeth77: I wish I could.

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