Dean: You enjoyed it last time.
Chloe: You already warned me round two will be a disappointment.
Yeah, I did.
It wasn't that I did
n't like Chloe—I did.
But I wasn't gonna let anybody into my heart.
And now…
Well that hasn't changed.
Dean: I've revised that.
Chloe: Have you?
Dean: Got a whole new way to blow your mind.
Chloe: Is this about the Prince Albert again?
Dean: I thought you didn't want to talk about my dick.
Chloe: Cute. Are you suggesting you blew my mind the first time?
Dean: Sunshine, I'm not suggesting shit. I know what it feels like when a woman comes on my cock.
The chat goes quiet.
When I close my eyes, I see her. In some tiny apartment, on a cheap black couch, staring at her cell, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving.
Fuck, I want to be in that space with her.
I want her pressed against the wall.
Against the round kitchen table.
Under my white sheets.
Chloe: Does Ryan know?
Dean: Know what?
Chloe: My middle name. What do you think?
Dean: He signed your new hire paperwork. I assume he knows your name is Chloe Grace Lee.
Chloe: Cute.
Dean: Thanks.
Chloe: Are you going to answer me?
Dean: Where's the fun in that?
Chloe: I'll take that as a no.