Johnny
I guess I enjoy watching the usual stuff.
Kelly
Which is? Come on, Johnny. I’m not judging you (unless it’s anything illegal).
Johnny
Fine. I guess my favourite is like role play, BJs, a bit of anal sometimes. But I don’t need it now. I have you.
Kelly
Ha. Aren’t you the sweetest? Maybe we should watch something together sometime. Do you have any favourite videos you could send to me? Just curious.
Johnny
I’ll see what I can dig out.
Kelly
Don’t pretend you don’t have something bookmarked.
Johnny
Want to tell me what you watch?
Kelly
I likedirty talk.
Johnny
What sort of dirty talk? I mean, I can do dirty talk...
I don’t even realise I’m smirking at my phone until someone slaps me on the shoulder, and I have to wipe the look off my face. All our messages have heated up, and since we’re still getting to know each other in the bedroom, it’s exciting.
“What’s got you so happy?” Ffordey says, raising his eyebrows. He’s half-dressed, wearing just his underlayer.
“I’m excited that you’re about to beat your own personal record for the highest save percentage on the road.”
My attempt to distract him fails miserably when he raises an eyebrow at me.
“Who’re you texting?” he asks.
“Just a friend.”
“Is that the same friend who you met at speed dating?”
“Kirsty?”
“Yeah. I’ve seen you texting her a few times now,” he says.
“Nothing’s happening,” I say. “Besides, I don’t think we’re all that compatible anyway. And if Vicky has to move back in with me—”
I cut myself off. Because that issue doesn’t go away, regardless. Because Kirsty may not be coming around to stay over, but Kelly certainly has been, and I want her to keep doing it.
“You’re a better man than me,” he says. “I wouldn’t want my sister moving back in with me. I mean, I wouldn’t see her homeless or whatever, but I’d rather get into that net without a cup.”