Page 70 of The Last Kind of Kiss
BRISTOL:You look so cute with your mouth full.
LILA:If you turn this into a blowjob joke, I’m blocking you.
BRISTOL:Me? I wouldnever. But I love how your mind goes there.
LILA:Ugh. You’re insufferable.
BRISTOL:Just one of my many incredible qualities. *winky face emoji*
LILA:I’m removing the song.
BRISTOL:I found an acapella version if you want that instead. Or a Christian remix.
LILA:…
BRISTOL:*smiling face emoji*
LILA:Stop that.
BRISTOL:Sorry, can’t help it. It’s a permanent state wheneveryou talk to me.
December 7th,Saturday, 5:14 p.m.
BRISTOL:*screenshot attached*
LILA:What the hell happened to your back? It looks like you lost a fight with a racoon.
BRISTOL:You happened.
LILA:I didnotdo that.
BRISTOL:Oh, really? Because I remember you giving mequitethe back scratch last night.
LILA:It’s not my fault your cock is disproportionately ginormous!
BRISTOL:My teammates gave me shit in the locker room today, Lils. Said we were having crazy, wall-banging animal sex.
LILA:To be fair, we were.
LILA:What was I supposed to do? Not cling to you while you impale me with that tactical nuke you call a penis?
BRISTOL:Why do you always have the most disturbing names for my dick?
LILA:…
LILA:At least it’s better than a hickey, right?
BRISTOL:Hardly, but I took care of that last night too.
LILA:What. Did. You. Do.
BRISTOL:I take it you haven’t found it yet?
LILA:Bristol! I can’t go out in public with a hickey on my neck!
BRISTOL:Oh, angel. It’s not on your neck.
LILA:You bastard.
