Chapter Twenty-three
Video Chat
After One Week in France
A Saturday
Teagan:I have a thousand things to tell you. A week is an eternity.
Silas:I know. Do you feel French yet?
Teagan:I missed you. Are you sure about this distance and space thing?
Silas:No, but I still think it’s a good idea.
Teagan:I guess you’re right.
Teagan:So, these weekly chats... they can involve sexy times?
Silas:I could be interested in that.
Teagan:And let’s discuss this. When did you get good at sex?
Silas:I’ve always been good at sex.
Teagan:Lies. I taught you about the g-spot and clitoris junior year.
Silas:With a grapefruit. How could I forget.
Silas:Visiting you was always so memorable.
Teagan:Your future girlfriends all thanked me.
Silas:I think my next girlfriend appreciates you.
Teagan:Thanks, self. You’re a VIP.
Silas:By the way, I dropped everything from your apartment at your mom’s place.
Teagan:You repacked it, didn’t you?
Silas:I don’t know if you throwing everything in garbage bags because we spent too long in bed counts as packing in the first place.
Teagan:It wasn’t just that we spent so much time in bed. We were in the shower, too.
Silas:What am I going to do with you?
Teagan:Why are you laughing at me? It’s true!
Silas:Yes, I repacked all your stuff. And cleaned the shower, so everything is ready for your subletter.
Teagan:You’re really great.
Silas:I know.
Silas:Great at sex, as you said.
Teagan:I said good.
Silas:I’ll buy some grapefruits to practice while you’re gone.
Silas:Speaking of you being gone... you ready for the first day of class?
Teagan:No! I’m nervous. Can I just spew my anxiety at you?
Silas:Of course.
Teagan:Okay, so...