Sucks to be you, buddy.
Oakley
Baby.
We talked about you calling me ‘buddy’.
Clementine
YOU said something about it, I don’t remember.
Oakley
We’re not buddies.
Clementine
Technically we’re FUCK buddies.
Oakley
For fuck’s sake, chef.
Clementine
*sends voice note*
Oakley
Nope. Not listening to that.
Clementine
I’m only whispering the filthiest fucking things to you.
Oakley
Nope.
Clementine
Well, then I guess you don’t want to know what we’re doing tonight.
Oakley
…
You’re killing me, babe.
Clementine
Oops, got a cake tasting to handle. Bye!
Oakley
Clementine…you get back here, right now.
When the message saidDelivered, and stayed that way for a while, Oakley growled. Lowering the volume, he played her last voice note and heard her breathy voice say, “I can’t wait to have your fingers so fucking deep inside me, twisting and fucking me until I see stars”. He listened to it again, and heard the slight hitch in her breath as she spoke.