I smile when I read her message. I wasn’t lying in bed scrolling TikTok on the off chance she would message again, like I have been a lot over the last three or so weeks, but I was possibly spending more time on there than I usually do. Just in case…
I laugh to myself as I type, rolling onto my back in bed.
Ouch, that shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. I know logically it’s because she’s asexual and with that she could be sex-averse or even sex-repulsed so I’m glad she’s diligent at upholding her boundaries. But still, some stupid weak part of me craves validation from this woman I barely know.
I resist the urge to say that I’m starting to think that her doing anything, even castrating a man, would be plenty pretty.
Time passes and there’s no reply.Shit.But then three dots appear and I stare at them until they result in a message.
