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?