It quickly became apparent one Wednesday evening that Richard was not well versed in the world of texting with emojis. In fact, his texting was stiff and lacked a flow.
What started off as innocent had me rolling on the floor in laughter, slamming my hand on my kitchen table as I tried not to pee myself from laughing so hard.
I miss the sweetness of your lips—Richard
That was the first message that popped up onto my phone as I cooked dinner. It was sweet and made my chest clench.
I miss your warmth—Natasha, I typed back.
I miss your warmth, too. Especially the warmth between your thighs—Richard
I quirked a brow at the screen. Someone was feeling frisky.
Perv—Natasha
What can I say, my every thought is of you, including the very dirty ones—Richard
Well, now all I can think of is yo
