Please help name us. We’re scared.
Ivy:
Carl & Alice.
Mateo:
Those are just names.
Ivy:
Carl Jung wrote about dreams and the invisible string.
Mateo:
Like Taylor Swift?
Ivy:
Like the story about yourself that you build on your whole life.
Mateo:
Cool, can I have one?
Ivy:
Mateo:
Okay, and Alice?
Ivy:
Mateo:
So she, like, stood up for kids who were abused?
Ivy:
More or less.
Mateo:
That’s dope.
This is when it hits me: I should be sending cute animal thirst traps.
I toss my shirt across the room, then prop the phone up and put the timer on.
A few minutes later,like déjà vu, she blows into my home like a tiny tornado, her ample chest heaving with her rapid breaths. In a trench coat that’s come loose and?—
I swallow thickly, taking her in. Is that a hint of something sheer and lacy?
eighteen