Page 24 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (Houston Baddies #3)

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Turner: If I was a random match, what’s the first thing you would say to me right now?

Poppy: I would ask you a random WOULD YOU RATHER Question. Like: Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses?

Turner: That’s the most horrific scenario I’ve ever heard of in my life. Ducks are already terrifying. Imagine one the size of a horse.

Poppy: I am so sorry I asked. LOL. You’re right, that’s a horrific scenario. It’s the first thing that came to my mind.

Turner: That’s also a terrifying thought LOL.

Poppy: I can hear you laughing.

Turner: Oh—you can? These walls aren’t very thick, are they?

Poppy: No they are not.

Poppy: Okay, next question—if I was a random match, what’s the first thing you would say to ME right now?

Turner: I would ask something like, “What about my bio made you swipe on me?”

Poppy: Oh—that’s a good one. I would say…You look like a nice guy, from your pictures. And I like the part in your bio that says you know how to do laundry.

Turner: Is that a turn on?

Poppy: We talked about this already. Yes it is.

Turner: But we’re strangers, remember?

Poppy: Yeah, that’s right. We are. Ha.

Poppy: Now I want to know what your worst habit is…

Turner: Oh, we’re getting real now. You ready for that?

Poppy: Depends. You ready to be honest?

Turner: My worst habit is…I don’t know. I guess I’m not great at being direct. I tend to avoid confrontation.

Poppy: The good kind of confrontation, or the bad kind?

Turner: Both?

Poppy: So you’ve never gotten into a fight on the ice?

Turner: I didn’t say that LOL

Turner: I’ve definitely thrown my fair share of punches. I’m talking about…calling Cash out on his bullshit, for example. I could do better telling him to his face to shut the fuck up sometimes when he’s running his mouth.

Poppy: In your defense, that would turn into your full-time job.

Turner: Touché.

Poppy: What about being direct? What did you mean by THAT?

Turner: I… I’d rather not get into that.

Poppy: Why?

Turner: Because. You’re my roommate. I don’t want shit to go south.

Poppy: And what do you mean by THAT?!

Turner: I mean. If I was direct, I would tell you I had fun spending time with you today, and I want to do it again. And if I was being direct, I would tell you… I liked falling asleep with you last night. And I dreamt about you.

Poppy: You dreamt about me???

Turner: Yes.

Poppy: …

Poppy: AND????

Turner: I’m NOT giving you details.

Poppy: Why? Was it a dirty dream?

Turner: …

Turner: Maybe.

Poppy: Maybe? That’s not an answer.

Turner: Fine. Yes.

Poppy: How dirty?

Turner: Poppy…

Poppy: Oh, come on. You can’t just drop that and not give me anything.

Turner: Yes I can.

Turner: Let’s just say… you weren’t wearing much.

Poppy: Oh? And what were YOU doing?

Turner: I was touching you.

Poppy: Is that so…

Poppy: Where?

Turner: Everywhere.

Poppy: Well that’s interesting. Wanna hear a confession: I had a dream about you last night, too.

Turner: What kind of dream?

Poppy: A dirty one.

Turner: Knock it off.

Poppy: I’m serious. Probably way dirtier than yours.

Turner: Why, what were we doing in your dream?

Poppy: Getting naked.

Turner: I’m listening….

Poppy: LOL

Turner: Be specific…

Poppy: You’re my roommate. I don’t want to make it weird.

Turner: I’m not your roommate. I’m a stranger you matched with on a dating app.

Poppy: Okay… stranger. You were on top of me.

Turner: Where?

Poppy: My bed, your bed—a bed. Doesn’t matter which.

Turner: And?

Poppy: And you were kissing me. Rough.

Turner: Is that how you like it? Rough?

Poppy: Sometimes. It depends on the mood, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, so I’m only basing this on assumptions LOL.

Turner: Same.

Poppy: You liar.

Turner: Lying about the fact I haven’t had sex in a long time? I couldn’t tell you how long it’s been. A year? Maybe longer.

Poppy: SHUT UP.

Turner: My mouth to god’s ears…

Poppy: I think you’re full of shit.

Turner: Why??

Poppy: Because no one who looks like you IS NOT having sex.

Turner: Honestly? I can’t get hard if I don’t find someone intellectually stimulating.

Poppy: …

Poppy: I’m speechless.

Turner: For once in your life??

Poppy: Oh—you’re so funny ;) Anyway. Back to my dream…you couldn’t get enough of me.

Poppy: Hands everywhere. Mouth everywhere. My shirt was gone.

Turner: And what was I doing to you in this dream?

Poppy: Playing with my boobs.

Turner: I mean—you do have great tits…

Poppy: Thank you for noticing.

Turner: How could I forget? When I close my eyes at night all I can think about is how fucking incredible you looked standing in my goddamn kitchen mostly naked.

Poppy: I…

Poppy: I’m so sorry about that.

Turner: Don’t apologize. Those visuals fuel my dreams LOL

Poppy: I didn’t realize I made such an impression.

Turner: Oh, you truly, truly did.

Poppy: Well, now I’m curious.

Turner: About what?

Poppy: What exactly are you imagining when you close your eyes?

Turner: All of it.

Poppy: Be more specific…

Turner: It’s graphic. I don’t want to be vulgar.

Poppy: Please. BE VULGAR.

Turner: In my dream you were sucking my dick.

Poppy: Were you begging for it?

Turner: No. You wanted to. You got on your knees and took your bra off and played with your tits before getting down between my legs and sucking me off. I woke up with cum all over my fucking underwear.

Poppy: That…

Poppy: Sounds like something I would do.

Turner: Stop it.

Poppy: Just being honest. I’m a girl that loves a good blow job.

Turner: Poppy, knock it off.

Poppy: Why? Am I making you hard? It’s okay to say yes—I won’t hold it against you…

Turner: You’re killing me.

Poppy: So is that a YES?

Turner: Yes lol

Poppy: Question: Do you speak like this to all strangers on dating apps?

Turner: Do YOU?

Poppy: No, of course not. In fact, I sound like a bit of a prude when I first start talking to someone I may or may not go on a date with.

Poppy: Do YOU???

Turner: Absolutely not.

Poppy: I’ll consider myself lucky then ;)

Turner: Ha ha.

Poppy: **clears throat**

Turner: Sorry I said that thing about you sucking my dick—it was rude.

Poppy: I ASKED about your dream, and you told me. But…I can do you one better. When I dreamt about YOU, you were going down on me and sucking my clit so hard, I actually woke up moaning. It felt so real—you probably could have heard me through the wall, ha ha ha.

Turner: This isn’t helping.

Poppy: Helping WHAT??

Turner: Me keep you in the roommate category.

Poppy: Hey Skaggs?

Turner: Don’t call me that.

Poppy: Why?

Turner: Because. It’s for my buddies and you are NOT my buddy.

Poppy: What am I then?

Turner: You’re… not my buddy.

Poppy: So what I’m hearing you say is you don’t consider me one of the guys?

Turner: Abso-fucking-lutely not.

Poppy: Good. What do you consider me?

Turner: I don’t know. My roommate?

Poppy: Hmmm…

Poppy: You do know I’m not going to stay living with you guys forever…

Turner: You’re not?

Poppy: No.

Turner: Why not?

Poppy: Because I already cannot stand it. I can’t keep walking around like this, it’s torture.

Turner: What do you mean? Can’t stand walking around like what?

Poppy: Turner, you’re having vivid dreams about me and I’m having sexual dreams about you. What do you THINK I mean?

Turner: That you want to come sit on my face?

Poppy: Exactly.

Turner: Well…

Turner: What are you waiting for??

Poppy: You to make the first move.

Turner: Next question:

Poppy: …

Turner: Is your door unlocked?

Poppy: Give me ten minutes—then come find out.