"I've never seen you in teal."
"Next time," he says.
"Shoes?"
"No shoes."
"Are you home?" I ask.
"Yeah." He laughs. "Disappointed?"
"Kind of."
"Bad girl."
"But if you're home… I want to hear you too."
He lets out a heavy sigh. "I never have."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I'm popping your cherry this time?"
"Baby, you're going to make me incoherent."
"Good," I say.
"Before you do—"
I close my eyes, bracing for a horrible request to talk. Really, anything that isn'tcome for me immediately—
"I have a plan for this weekend. For us," he says. "Come over Friday night. Or Saturday if that's better."
"Sunday night?"
"Will you have the energy?" He doesn't addafter dinner with your familybut it's there.
"Friday," I say. "What's the plan?"
"Oh no. That's a secret."
"Do I get a hint?"
"Hmm… maybe. If you can convince me."
Another dare. Perfect. "What type of convincing do you want?"
"You can't come over here and fuck me."
"I can." I laugh. "And I would. But I have homework." It's mostly true.
"Hmm… what can you do from there? I wonder?"
Does he want a picture? Or a roleplay? I'm not sure. I'm not sure which entices me more.
But I know I love this—