9:40 p.m.
Mick: What? Now I must know.
9:44 p.m.
Ava: When I was at the game last night, I kept trying to picture you in one of those baseball uniforms.
Michael York
9:50 p.m.
Mick: Is that so?
9:54 p.m.
Ava: Yes. I only see you in business suits. You can’t blame me for picturing you out of them.
Michael York
9:58 p.m.
Mick: That’s fair. I’ve pictured you out of your clothes plenty of times.
Wow. Wasn’t expecting that. I’m not sure how to respond to this. We’ve only had one date so far. I’m not sure that I’m ready for sexting.
Michael York
10:10 p.m.
Mick: You’re beautiful, Ava. I hope I haven’t offended you. But I’d have to be blind not to picture what you look like naked.
10:12 p.m.
Ava: Saying thank you to that feels weird. Laughing emoji.
Michael York
10:13 p.m.
Mick: Occasionally, I picture you wearing something.
10:16 p.m.
Ava: Oh, yeah. Wearing what?
Michael York
10:19 p.m.
Mick: Me.
Gulp. Okay, so at least I know we’re on the same page here. But I’m not sure I want to
encourage this to go any farther just yet. Hell. I want a real kiss before I start touching myself to dirty texts.
Michael York
10:25 p.m.
