Don’t overcomplicate it
Didn’t think I was
Try thinking before you speak, maybe? That could work
That’s helpful ??
Oh, wow, you can use emojis! ??????
Yeah, I like this one for all the advice you gave me… ??
That’s just mean. You know you love me really, or you wouldn’t be texting me
Genius
I shake my head, clicking out of our thread and scratch my chin.Be honest.Trouble is, whenever I am honest, shit hits the fan.
Still, I flick back and thumb a text back to Luna, I still didn’t reply to her apron texts, even though I’m picturing it right now.
Busy
I know it’s cold, but if she thinks I’m gonna be at her beck and call, she’s got another thing coming.
I pull into my building’s parking garage and see a shiny silver G-Wagon parked in my space.
Fuckin’ get out of town.
I shake my head, parking in the spot next to her, kicking the stand down as I kill the engine.
I yank my helmet and goggles off as the driver’s door opens.
Luna exits wearing a long cream-colored trench coat.
I give her a chin lift. “That’s my parkin’ spot.”
She looks different. Her face. Somehow. I don’t know… But her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes look…watery. Or some shit.
She doesn’t say a word, instead she unbuckles the belt and flashes me, right there in the middle of the fuckin’ parking lot.
My eyes go wide as I stare at her black lacy underwear. I lurch toward her and yank the coat closed.
“Are you fuckin’ nuts?”
She smiles. It doesn’t reach her eyes, and I know something is wrong.
“No, but I want your nuts, Tag.”
“Shouldn’t have come here,” I warn.
“Why? Scared someone will see us?”
I shake my head. “No. Dressed like that, not even this neighborhood is safe.”
“I need your dick, T.”
I frown.
What the fuck is going on?