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Me: You’d have driven all the way here just to take me home?

Zach: In a damn heartbeat.

Five

Me: I fell asleep thinking of you.

Zach: Please tell me we’re about to sext.

Me: The moment I woke up, I ran my hand down my chest between my bountiful breasts. I slowly dragged it across my flat stomach, goose bumps rising along my skin at the touch. It wasn’t until I was right at the opening of my white cotton panties that I decided I wasn’t going to touch myself because WE ARE NOT SEXTING, YOU PERVERT.

Zach: I hate you so much right now.

Zach: I HAD A SOLID BONER GOING

Me: Did you really?

Zach: What do you expect? I’m a man, dammit! We like titties and goose bumps and white cotton panties and sex. YOU ARE EVIL.

Zach: Can we still sext later?

Me: NO!

Me: Maybe.

Me: We’ll see.

Zach: Really?!

Me: OMG NO!

Me: ;-)

Zach: I am so confused, yet still slightly turned on.

Me: Please stop telling me about your boner.

Zach: I will never not tell you about my boner. That’s not the kind of friendship I want.

Me: You’re so weird.

Zach: And…

Me: *rolls eyes* And I like it. I LIKE IT, OKAY?!

Zach: I know you do.

Me: UGH!

Me: FYI, I’m not sexting you. Ever.

Zach: But I’m REALLY cute…

Me: Oh puh-lease. Every rando on the other side of the screen will say that shit. You need to prove it.

Zach: Geez, Delia, if you wanted a picture of me, all you had to do was ask.

Me: I don’t want a picture because I’m not sexting you.

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