Page 19 of Flat Out

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I sat there, jaw slack, hand still clutched around the sticky notes she’d left around my flat as if it was the only thing tethering me to sanity.

Fuck.

She had just live-interview-slapped me across the face with a grin that said,I’ll ruin your life and you’ll thank me for it.

Shewasruining my life in the best way.

And I'd given her the fuel to do it by sexting her during a live interview that I honestly didn't think she'd see on air.

I scrubbed a hand down my face, heart slamming so hard it rattled my sore ribs. My cock stirred despite every ache and throb in my body. I was half in love, half feral, and fully ready to crawl through my TV screen like a deranged Victorian ghost and kiss her stupid.

My thumb hovered over our chat. I couldn’t not say something. I had to, or I was going to combust.

I am so in love with you.

I promise to be a good boy.

Also you’re banned from live interviews forever.

Also I want to rail you into that studio couch.

Respectfully.

I hit send, barely breathing.

Then I paused and thought about the way she said"be a good boy."Nearly blacked the fuck out before I started typing again.

PS. My mum says hi.

She’s planning the wedding. You in?

I collapsed backward onto the bed, ignoring the protest of literally my entire body, and dropped the phone on the bed beside me. My eyes closed, and I whispered into the quiet, “I’m so fucked.”

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I got less than five minutes of peace before my phone started blowing up. Groaning, I ignored all the social media tags from Aurélie's parting comment and opened the group chat.

Kimi

Is it bad I'm kinda turned on rn

That power move??? Pulling out the voice memo??

Guys, do we think I should date a French girl??

Marco

Bro what

You do know she's IN THIS CHAT right

Kimi

She's not reading these

She's literally live on air slaying the patriarchy

I think I'm safe

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