Travis
I need you to hurry home.
Viola
Got an itch that needs scratching?
I laugh, thinking about where we were and where we’re at now.
Travis
Something like that. And we need to talk.
I don’t type for a while. What does that mean, exactly?
Viola
Well, mister, that sounds pretty serious.
Travis
By talk, I mean, balls deep inside you.
I laugh.
Viola
Well don’t hold back AT ALL.
Travis
Did you expect anything less? ?
Viola
Actually, no.
Every day I’m awake, I feel like I’m living a dream. At breakfast on Sunday, I couldn’t stop smiling.
“I love seeing my children so happy,” Mom mentions after we eat. Once we help clean up, she hugs us both goodbye. “You both must be in love,” she jokes.
My cheeks go pink, and I hurry to grab my bag before she notices, but I’m not quick e
