“Do you have a better one?” Atlas asks, crossing his arms.
I am eager to strip off his leather and lick him. He’s so serious, and I glance from his face to his arms. I wonder if he ever has a break from taking care of everyone else. We are the same in so many ways, and I want to delve into his emotions.
Twisting in my seat, I open a drawer and grab a sucker. I wonder how Saylor is doing. Pulling out my phone, which I have been neglecting, I type a message.
How’s the little one?
And the vagina?
Hurt?
I don’t have to wait long.
Saylor: Draden is adorable.
Saylor: So is my vagina.
Love that for Elijah.
Tell him to stay out of there
Give it a rest.
Saylor: Believe me, he won’t be visiting for a while.
Saylor: What are you doing?
Watching men decide shit.
My boyfriends are sexy.
Saylor: Yes, they are.
Saylor: Are you going to give your opinion?
I haven’t decided.
Saylor: You must be in love.
Saylor: You’re holding your tongue.
Shit
Definitely in lust
Time will tell.
Saylor: Is the plan shit?
Probably
You have to humor them
Their egos are fragile.
Saylor: I can’t reply.
Saylor: I will not document my opinion.