Iris: Who may or may not be more well-endowed.
Walker: Iris, that hurts.
Iris: I don't believe you.
Walker: Okay. It doesn't hurt. I'm not exactly lacking.
Iris: I don't think you're supposed to brag about that.
Walker: You've already tested the equipment. You know how it functions.
Iris: You're different than anyone I know.
Walker: You too.
Iris: Really? How?
Walker: I can't explain it. You know what you want. But then you don't. But you know you want to know.
That's actually really accurate.
Iris: It's the barking comment, isn't it?
Walker: Yeah. Or maybe I just like smart chicks with edgy haircuts and fantastic tits.
I swallow hard.
Walker: I'm still thinking about them in my hands.
Iris: And?
Walker: Uh-uh. You're not gonna tempt me to unzip.
Iris: You sure?
Walker: You're welcome to try.
I kind of want to.
I want to pull off my t-shirt and send him a picture of my bra.
Then to lose the bra and send him that pic.
I…
I can't believe how much I want him thinking of me.
Touching himself to thoughts of me.
I barely know him.
Iris: You're going to turn me into a sex maniac.
Walker: That's the goal.
Iris: Why's your sister crashing?
Walker: Fuck. Boner killer. Maybe I should give you a few tips about game.