Kiernan
Jealous.
Indie
Of my fruit roll-up?
Kiernan
Obviously.
Indie
I’ll bring you one on my lunch.
Kiernan
I meant because it’s in your mouth.
Indie
… oh.
Kiernan
You can bring me that mouth.
Kiernan
And a fruit roll-up.
Indie
Are you suggesting that I wrap my breakfast around your cock, Kiernan?
I couldn’t put into words how much I loved that we were always on the same wavelength.
Kiernan
No, but now that you mention it…
Indie
Sorry. Can’t.
I started to type something about what a brat she was when another text came through.
Indie
I would need a fruit by the foot for that.
I full-on belly laughed.
My phone buzzed again, this time with an incoming video call.
I answered without hesitating, more excited than I would admit to myself at the prospect of hearing her voice.
Her face popped up on the screen and I couldn’t contain my smile. She was so beautiful. Her blonde-white hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, exposing the length of her neck.
