Funny, it was your ass I was fantasizing about those three years and not mine. That and those lips. Told you I spent too much time thinking about them.
And I don't sext. Three. Years. With. Cobb. Who the hell was I sexting in that time? Also, that is a dumb word.
[There's a long pause before the next one.]
Remember the day I fell off the deck at Mal's? I was so caught up imagining bending you over the rail and screwing you senseless than I literally walked off the deck. Better?
Really? Three years isn't long? Feels like forever when I'm trying not to think about you and that rail. And the front hallway.
And when we had to change in that tiny little bathroom on the Henderson job and I was turned away and pretending not to watch... and could see you in the reflection of the papertowel holder.
Bugger you? That was rather than goal. At least in my head. Your shirt kept riding up on one side when you bent over to look over the yard.
I kept wanting to bite that spot while jerking down your trousers.
i think they think im a bit thick. silly english man cant remember his words mm? but il just tell them its bcause ive got the hottest fucking thing tell me all sorts of wicked ideas.
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