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“Ellie, when did you see his dick the first time?”
“Well, back at Christmas…”
“Oh my God.” She gasped. “What did you do?”
“I kinda walked in on him…” I winced, “doing some self-care.”
“So why didn’t you see his dick the second time? What the fuck did you do then?”
I shrugged. “We made out. He, um…went down on me then came in his pants, and we passed out.”
Rachel slapped her leg. “No fucking way.”
“It wasn’t, like, bad,” I rushed out, letting out a little whine. “It was so hot, Rach. He was just—into it. Like, dangerously into it.”
Her eyes were huge. “So, you’re telling me he got off just from?—”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
She leaned back, shaking her head like I’d told her I met Jesus. “Girl. I hate you, and I love you, and I’m living vicariously through you. Say more words immediately.”
“What did you expect me to do? He’s over there all,” I mimicked his voice, “‘Ellie baby, use me. Take what you want from me.’ How the fuck could I resist that?”
Her jaw fell open. “He calls you Ellie baby? He said that?”
I whined. “I know, right?”
She grabbed my bag and pulled out my phone. “Oh, look, he texted back!”
I glanced at the screen.
SAWYER
Hey, what’s up?
“Oh! Text him where we’re at!”
“Why the hell would I do that?” I shot back.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “So he can come rescue you, obviously.”
“Last I checked, you wanted me out with you, not to ghost you.”
“Yeah, but honestly? I’m way more invested in hearing the play-by-play later.” She grinned, nodding at my phone. “Mind if I…?”
I rolled my eyes but handed it over. “Fine.”
She typed out a message, then showed it to me.
Oh nothing. Just getting a little tipsy with Rach. We’re at that new nightclub. Was thinking of you
“You sent him a fucking winky face?” I shouted.
“The winky face is elite. It’s flirty, mysterious, and says, ‘I might blow you later, but I also might not.’ Perfectly balanced.”
“I can’t with you.”
Just as Rachel opened her mouth to make it worse, a male voice cut through the music.
