Page 169 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
Lucian: It’s the emotional intimacy for me.
Olivia: You love emotional intimacy now? Look at you evolving.
Lucian: I’m basically a walking romance novel. Strong jaw. Soft heart. Great thighs.
Olivia: Tragic backstory?
Lucian: Please. My dog prefers my ex-girlfriend. That’s pain.
Olivia: That is pretty dark. Want me to write your blurb?
Lucian: “He plays to win. But she’s the only game he can’t quit.”
Olivia: Stop. I’m going to cry and it’ll ruin my mascara.
Lucian: I’ll ruin it later. From below.
Olivia: Lucian.
Lucian: Just trying to keep things balanced. Emotional, then feral. That’s our thing.
Olivia: You’re the worst.
Lucian: And you’re in love with me.
Olivia: . . .maybe.
Lucian: Hold that thought. I’ve got two more interviews, and then I’m coming home.
Lucian: Okay interviews are over.
Olivia: How long till you’re here?
Lucian: Hour or so. Maybe less if traffic loves me.
Olivia: I’ll keep Sarah awake. She growled when I paused the game to pee.
Lucian: She’s loyal. You should try it sometime.
Olivia: I stayed on the couch in your hoodie for four quarters. That’s commitment.
Lucian: You in my hoodie is my Roman Empire.
Olivia: You’re so dramatic.
Lucian: Yeah? Wait till I walk through the door, grab you by the hips, and remind you what you’ve been missing.
Olivia: Still dramatic. Still working, though.
Lucian: Good. Keep the hoodie on. Just that. Nothing else.
Olivia: . . .Lucian.
Lucian: I want to drop to my knees the second I see you. Hands under the fabric, mouth on your skin, your fingers in my hair.
Olivia: You’re going to cause an accident.
Lucian: I’ll drive safe. I need to make it home in one piece. You can take me apart later.
