Page 205 of Accidental Husband
Jules: I have this idea.
Griffin: Go on…
Jules: Not that kind of idea. Well, maybe that kind of idea. But this one doesn't involve discussion.
Griffin: Yeah?
Jules: I kinda already started.
Griffin: Baby, you're gonna make me hard.
Jules: Are you attached to the Twilight sheets?
Griffin: We came on them, didn't we?
Jules: OH MY GOD.
Griffin: I can come on new sheets.
Jules: You. Are. Obsessed.
Griffin: Obsessed with making my wife come, yeah.
Jules: Hmm… when you put it that way…
Griffin: What are you doing?
Jules: Lying in bed, naked, waiting for you to get home.
Griffin: I'm already hard.
Jules: You think I wait around for you all day?
Griffin: Think? I'm not thinking anything right now.
Jules: You are not.
Griffin: Exactly. I'm not.
Jules: You're not hard.
Griffin: Like hell.
I can't take a proper photo here, but I still snap a shot of my crotch. My jeans are a fucking tent. It's not exactly poetry, but it's still hot.
There. I send it.
Jules: Oh my God. You're not…
Griffin: I am.
Jules: Are you gonna send more?
Griffin: Only have fifteen minutes until my next appointment.
Jules: Is that a no?
Griffin: Are you asking for more?
