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Layla:

Someone as in ME?

Me:

No, I think we both have the potential to be hurt and I’m not even going to mention Benny as part of that equation. That one seems like a given.

Me:

I’m not built for a friends with benefits relationship. It reads too much like a shortcut to pretending I don’t care when I do.

Layla:

Thank you for saying that.

Layla:

I don’t think I’m built for a FWB either. Not that I’ve ever had one? But you’re also in a completely different state, so it’s not like we can do booty calls when we want to get laid.

Me:

Which is going to be all the time now that I’ve broken the seal.

Layla:

Oh lord . . .

Me:

I’m serious. Now that I’ve had you and know what you taste like, I’m ruined. My brain permanently can’t stop thinking about your pussy.

I hit Send.

Watch as the chat bubbles appear and reappear.

Layla:

You’re not going to make this easy, are you?

Yes. I would love for this to be easy. But we both know that’s obviously never going to fucking happen, simply because she’s in Washington and I’m here and it is what it is.

Me:

Not trying to make it easy. Just trying to keep it 100

A few moments pass before she replies.

Layla:

I don’t know if the distance will make it impossible, or if I’ll get in my own way. We’re two grown up people who had a lovely weekend then a lovely week together, and your daughter is amazing and for that, I am so grateful.

A lovely weekend.

So grateful.

Right.

Me: