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Iris: Won't you miss me?

Walker: I'll be at your place every day off.

Iris: Surfing every morning?

Walker: Of course.

Iris: You do seem like the San Diego type.

Walker: What's that mean?

Iris: You know exactly what it means.

Walker: Do I?

Iris: Yeah.

Walker: You wearing panties?

My cheeks flush.

Iris: That was an abrupt subject change.

Walker: Are you?

Iris: Yes.

Walker: What do they look like?

Uh… I glance around the crowded coffee shop. Can I really have this conversation here?

Iris: Purple. There's cotton with lace trim.

Walker: Fuck, you're gonna make me hard.

Iris: You started it.

Walker: Still.

Iris: I'm completely innocent. Just trying to study.

Walker: I'm just getting ready for the gym.

Iris: Wearing…?

Walker: You want a pic?

My tongue slides over my lips.

Iris: Yes, please.

A minute later my cell flashes with a picture message. Walker from his nose to his thighs. He's wearing boxers. Only boxers.

But it's too much.

I want those gone.

I want my thoughts gone.

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