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Me:
I don’t give a shit about that. Bundled up in my apartment and being sick together sounds oddly nice.
Lola:
I bet you’re a terrible patient.
Me:
The worst. Having you look after me would make me feel better.
Lola:
If you so much as even suggest I wear a nurse’s outfit…
Me:
Already online and ordering you one . *Adds to basket*
Me:
When can I see you again?
Lola:
Hopefully in a few days.
Me:
That feels like a lifetime away.
Lola:
You saw me last night. You’re so needy.
Me:
Wrong… that’s you… remember when you begged to come all over my cock last night? Mmm? Needy… that’s you.
Lola:
I have no idea what you are referring to...
I laugh to myself as I glance down at the sketch I finished earlier and consider sending her a photo, but don’t.
Instead, I send her a question I’ve been desperate to ask.
Me:
Have you ever thought about what it would be like to date each other… like properly date?
She takes far too long to reply, making panic crawl up my throat. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked her. Then a reply pops up.
Lola:
Yes.
Thank fuck.
