I didn’t realize I had legitimate competition
like, I knew there were other girls here who think you’re hot, I’ve heard them talking about you (which makes me crazy by the way) but daaaamn
Me:
Are you jealous?
Don’t:
of course I am, you know that
but I’m not surprised
still, I want to go full catfight on her
ugh, does that make me unattractive? Jealousy isn’t sexy
I quirk a brow, thumbing a response.
Me:
There is nothing unattractive about you. Is it wrong that I kind of like you being jealous?
Don’t:
no
I kind of like that you like it
and I’m only jealous to a degree, anyway
Me:
What do you mean?
When I look up, Neve is smirking. She catches my gaze for a moment, then looks away again, ostensibly typing on her laptop—but I know that really, she’s writing a response to me.
Don’t:
I’m only jealous to a point because I know I’m the only one who gets to ride your thigh in the lab
only I get to see you come all over yourself on a video call
only I get to watch you come in your pants while you tell me how crazy I make you
they might call you daddy behind your back
but only I get to be your baby girl
I very nearly growl in a library block of private study pods.
Me:
You’re being a brat. But then again, you know that, don’t you?
Don’t:
you like me bratting, daddy