Page 49 of Knot All is Crystal
lol hey Gage, of course I know who you are
How’s Burger? Send me a picture, I’ll make it your contact photo
I was about to ask how you got my number, but then I realized I filled it out at the shop. Did you get my number from my file, Gage?
How inappropriate.
I’m joking, I’m glad you did. We’ve been seeing each other for so long now, it almost feels weird not to have your number somehow.
This is the longest relationship I’ve ever had.
Not to say we’re in a relationship oh my god
Not that being in a relationship with you is anything bad
You’re really good looking, anyone would be lucky to have you
Oh my god I’m being so weird I’m so sorry
I’m going to blame it on work. That’s what people do, right?
Shit, my lunch break is over. Oh my god you’re going to think I’m so weird when you see this. I promise I’m only a little weird.
It feels weird to talk to you when I’m not getting a tattoo.
Not that we’re even talking OH MY GOD
I can’t
BYR
fuclk
FUCK
BYE GAGE
I thinkI’m in love.
This is what love feels like, right?
EIGHTEEN
I’m goingto have to get another tattoo artist.
I can never see Gage again.
Whatwasthat? Why did I somehow lose control of my fingers and type every bullshit thing that came into my head?
I think I’m still high on Emmanuel’s pheromones or something. Kissing him several times yesterday must’ve turned me into a pile of Omega mush, making me a complete moron around a man.
But something about seeing those messages from Gage, knowing how hard it must’ve been for him to dig up my number and convince himself to text me, knowing that he doesn’t date Omegas, made me feel all fuzzy.
I’m in such a good mood that I’m still smiling as I pull on the outfit Kieran picked for me tonight.
Unfortunately, my good mood caused me to overlook the clothing until I turn towards the mirror to touch up my makeup.
The black bodycon dress dips low down to my back, nearly to my ass crack, and is so short that it barely stops barely below my pussy. It secures around my neck with an honest-to-God collar. A little silver D-ring hangs from the front of it. I find the leather harness at the bottom of my locker and strap it over my chest before putting on the thigh-high stockings and garter belts. I’m just sliding into red-bottomed heels when Puck appears in the doorway.
