Page 37 of Always Mine

Marco-Boy:

JK. I totally get you need time, but I just wanted to say I’m sorry.

Marco-Boy:

I’m a possessive bastard. I know I acted like a dick tonight. But I meant what I said. Every single fucking word.

Marco-Boy:

Are you leaving me on read,Kitten?

Me:

You’re vying for top spot on my “dicks to avoid” list. Also, if you need help learning how to tell time, I have a watch I can pawn off to you. Some overbearing ass gave it to me.

Marco-Boy:

There’s my feisty pussy cat *wink emoji*

Marco-Boy:

Your brothers gave me a new nickname.

Me:

What is it?

Marco-Boy:

The Hulk.

Me:

LMAO.

Me:

*Hulk GIF*

Marco-Boy:

Let’s see how funny you think you are when I have your ass pinned to the bed, feasting on your sweet pussy again.

Me:

Marco! Are youdrunk?

Marco-Boy:

Maybe. Probably.

Marco-Boy:

Are you still wearing myothergift?

I arrange myself in the back seat of the Uber so I’m sitting to the side, the short skirt riding up to show off the words stitched into the tights on my ass cheek. I really shouldn’t. Especially mere hours after I told him to cool his jets. But I’m tipsy myself, and clearly he’s drunk, so whatevs. It’s just harmless flirting. I let my fluffy white coat fall around me like a mound of snow. Then I snap a selfie from above.

Me: