Page 12 of Christmas in July

Just me and this super cute guy I met on the plane. His name’s Teddy. He is Hot with a capital H. Like way too hot. And even hotter when he’s driving a Lamborghini. Holy shit.

Oh, no. Poor Lei-Lei has been dickmatized.

I am not dickmatized. You need to get some dick to be dickmatized. I haven’t gotten any in the longest while, and don’t plan on getting any.

You will,she types, followed by spamming me with eggplant emojis. And then banana emojis. I sigh deeply.

Maybe I would have gotten some dick if I didn’t waste time dating your dumb boyfriend by accident, because he couldn’t tell us apart!

Stop complaining about that, and focus on all the dick you’re about to get in your…

She spams me with taco emojis. Followed by donuts. Then cookies. Then a peach emoji.

Oh my gosh, what type of a girl does she think I am?

Then back to eggplants and bananas, and hot dogs. Followed by the water droplets. Then she types: 8====D

Jeez. Very subtle.

“Who’s spamming you like that?” Teddy asks, glancing over. “Woah. That’s a lot of eggplants. An ex-boyfriend hitting you up for a booty call? Current boyfriend? Fling? Boy toy? Suitor? Old flame?”

“No,” I respond, closing my phone and turning it off. “Just my twin sister Kai teasing me.”

“That is what sisters do best,” he responds. “Anyway, I’m glad you decided to ride with me. This is definitely an upgrade from the car I was expecting. I think it was a Hyundai.”

“It feels super sexy,” I say with a sigh, running my hands over the dash.

“Do you want to drive it?” he asks. “You’re on the insurance, might as well have some fun. Just be careful—it’s very hard not to speed.”

“I will later,” I tell him. “I have some family-related errands to run in Snowflake Creek.”

“I can drive you to your errands,” he offers, pulling out some sunglasses and putting them on. “I got you, boo. I’ll be by your side. Ride or die.”

“Ride or die to the grocery store? And the bank? In a town probably filled with little old ladies?”

“Yes, exactly. We’re going to roll up in style, and grab groceries in style,” he says, giving the car some gas. “Besides, this is America, and you never know when getting groceries could randomly turn into something dangerous. Ride or die to the very end.”

I lift my eyebrows, but I’m glad he’s having fun after that horrible conversation with his mother. I mainly wanted to get the cool car to cheer him up. I smile softly.

“I guess, now that we have a Lambo, you have my permission to make everything sound like a rap song.”

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