Page 32 of Dashing for Love

Anyway, yes, I’m home. Let my dogs out to do their business and now I’m relaxing.

What are you wearing?

My dick twitches. All it takes are four little words, and apparently, I’m all the way in. Before I can answer, she’s typing again.

You kissed me in a darkened room, James. Don’t get shy on me now.

I don’t thinkshyis the issue.

James

Are we really doing this?

It takes her a solid minute to answer, but I’m patient. Or terrified. Either way.

Yes.

Good. I think.

So tell me. What are you wearing?

I shift and stretch out on the couch, which Killer is not a fan of. “Sorry, buddy,” I tell him. “You’d understand if you were, you know, human.” I turn back to my phone to answer Dawn.

I’ve not changed. I’m still in my suit. But I did take my boots off. You?

I’m in pajamas.

I let my head fall back and groan. Of course she is. I reach for every bit of bravery I have and type.

Tell me what they look like.

They’re white with blue pinstripes. Button-down top.

I want to see them. Not as a picture.

“Come on, go for the video,” I whisper to my phone.

You want to get on video?

“Yes!” I punch the air.

Yes.

No faces, though?

Frankly, I don’t give a shit anymore. I am way too interested in this girl.

Your call.

No faces.

Okay.

Can you give me, like, five minutes?

I have no idea what she needs five minutes for, but whatever she wants.

Of course. Just hit the button when you’re ready.

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