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Conor:Please tell me you at least shower?

Star:I prefer baths.

Conor:Good to know lol. Personal hygiene isn’t an issue.

Star:Like it matters through a computer screen.

Conor:I don’t consign you to a computer screen.

Star:Meaning?

Conor:You sure you want to go there?

Star:Go where?

Conor:You playing coy?

Star:No, lol. What are you talking about?

Conor:I’m saying that I don’t just think of you when I talk to you.

Star:Hmm.

Conor:Hmm? What’s that supposed to mean?

Star:It means, ‘Hmm.’

Star:It means I’m not sure if that’s sweet or unnecessary and it means that I’m not sure if I should tell you that I think of you outside of when we’re talking too.

Conor:Hate to break it to you but you just told me.

Star:I’m aware.

Conor:So…

Conor:We both think of each other, then?

Star:Yes.

Conor:So…

Conor:Do you understand why your bathing might be of interest to me?

Star:I’d imagine because you think of me soapy and wet lol?

Conor:Well, yes. And doing other things.

Star:Huh. Are we talking about acts that would make you want to jack off? Or are we talking about how I’d break someone’s code?

Conor:Both. I think you know that either of those would be an attractive mental image for someone like me.

Star:Interesting.

Conor:Interesting good? Or interesting bad?

Star:I can feel your nerves from Hell’s Kitchen.

Conor:That’s probably because I AM nervous.

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