Shepard:Everything okay?

Denver:Yes. I’m just tired.

Shepard:And whose fault is that?

Denver:Yours. Definitely yours.

Shepard:I beg to differ.

Shepard:“Oh, Shep! Keep doing that thing with your tongue!”

Shepard:“Yes, yes, YES! Right there, Shep!”

Shepard:“MORE, SHEP!”

Denver:OH MY GOD. ARE YOU FINISHED?!

Denver:And don’t you dare say ALMOST!

Shepard:Then this conversation is over.

Denver:THANK GOD.

Denver:Also…can you maybe do that thing with your tongue again tonight?

Shepard:You hussy.

Shepard:Tomorrow. After our movie date?

Denver:Or before. I mean, whatever floats your boat.

Shepard:Fuck. I wish I could kiss your dirty, sexy mouth right now.

Shepard:And your neck.

Shepard:Those tits too.

Shepard:Fuck it. I’ll kiss all of you. Even your feet.

Denver:See, I knew you were a freak.

Denver:Quit bothering me. I’m trying to dress shop!

Shepard:One more thing…

Denver:No. Go away.

Denver:Fine. What?

Shepard:Never mind. You ruined the moment.

Denver:Tell me.

Shepard:Nah.

Denver:Shep!

Denver:SHEPARD!