Should I be worried?
Clementine
Are you squeamish around blood?
Oakley
That’s not what I meant!
Clementine
Well, now I forgot what I wanted to say.
Then the texts stopped and he grinned as he scrolled through their conversation. He’d sent tons of selfies, but she always sent him pictures of cakes or dessert she’d made. There was one shot of her face—flour, chocolate icing and buttercream frosting clung to hair and cheekbones—that had probably been taken by Freya. Even through the bakery products, he could see the sparkle in her eyes.
Clementine
I got my test back, by the way.
All clear.
But we’re still using condoms.
Oakley
*sends test results*
Same on the all clear.
I’m okay with using condoms until the day we die.
Clementine
Oh, you’re going to be fucking me that long?
Oakley
Want to send me that question as a voice note? You know how I feel about you swearing. *fire emoji*
Clementine
*eye roll emoji*
*sends voice note*
Oakley
Fucking hell, Clem. I played that out loud.
Clementine
What did you think it was going to be?
Oakley
I don’t know, not that!
Clementine